By: Blonde Two
I was discussing age with a friend recently. I know that it is neither ladylike nor Blondelike to do so but birthdays do bring such considerations to the fore. One of the nice things about having a blog identity is that you can be any age that you want to be or maybe any age that your readers want you to be.
Maybe there are some Blondees and Blondettes out there who would like us to be “Strawberry Blondes”, in our twenties, blonde hair luscious, legs brown and endless energy. Others may prefer “Bombeshell Blondes”, just old enough to dish out humorous advice but still with enough vigour to entertain and attract. “Platinum Blondes” are a little bit older again, they offer friendship, laughter and twinkling eyes; who could resist?
As long as you keep on reading and keep on walking with us, we won’t object to being any age you choose. I have had it pointed out to me recently that age is of no account. Sometimes wisdom comes from the young, sometimes attraction is towards the older. The good news for you guys is that if we are ageless, then you must be too!
Who was it who coined the saying “as old as my wrinkles and as young as my dreams”?
As old as the hills!
Deep thought of the day. One day we will all be “as old as the hills”.
The great thing about recurring fantasies is one can adjust them according to one’s needs: in response to prevailing optimism or pessimism, the weather, the progress or otherwise of one’s digestive system. Had I guessed in advance I’d have seen you both as Virginia Mayo (you have to go back a bit for her) and her twin sister. But that didn’t happen. I found you were invested with far greater power if I believed you didn’t really exist. Or rather that you were non-corporeal. Thus you were able to flit – over Dartmoor like ignited bursts of marsh gas, assuming the role (on alternate pages) of Jana my heroine in Out Of Arizona whose hair – yes you’ve guessed it, that you could be Puck for a few seconds, Rosalind for much much longer. That you could if I wished it tweak the nose of the late Mrs Thatcher (the anti-blonde. Arggh). That you could say boo to a goose.
Do you mind not having bodies? – that tire, that get rained on, smeared with mud. Being spirits? If you do, I can easily readjust things.
Most definitely there are numerous advantages to being bodiless. Think how easily we will fly up the hills for a start! Please continue to see us that way, in fact, I insist on it. Virginia Mayo however, is a suggestion of which I approve. We particularly like saying boo to geese!