Vintage Girl

One of the {myriad of} things

that I love about blogging

is the way that blogging

women often refer to other

blogging women as girls.

Like ~ Good for you, girl....

or

Go for it, girl!

or

Girl, I just love you.

And since anything

older than 30 years

is considered vintage,

then I guess that

makes me {and many of you}

a vintage girl.

Girl or girlfriend doesn't

roll off my

tongue,

pen or

keyboard

very easily, though.

That type of slang just wasn't

common among my peers

when I was growing up and

it feels a bit forced to use it.

But girlie? 

That's a different story.

And this is why.

{Please....have a seat.}

My grandpa, aka Pa, called

 his sweetheart of 55+ years

 Girlie,

as if it were her real name,

until the day he died,

at the age of 80.

As a kid, I thought it was

fascinating that he called my

Mie-Mie Girlie, since really,

she was old.

She was 47 

when I was born : )

As I matured and became

interested in romance, boys 

and all the rest, I thought 

that Pa's pet name for Mie-Mie 

was really something 

special.

The years rolled on and 

they grew older.

I grew older.

Because of their example,

Girlie came to mean

comfort,

sweetness 

and unending

love.

Even after my Pa 

and his Girlie were gone.

Girlie's favorite color:  purple.

Now I'm aware that

 girlie

isn't a term that feminists

would likely embrace.  And 

some of you may find it just 

plain annoying, feminist 

or not.

But if I leave you a comment

or send you an e-mail that

includes girlie, please indulge me 

and know....

It comes straight 

from

my

heart.

xx 

Suzanne

All photos by me,

the vintage girl

who likes vintage : )