People
Time again for the latest episode from the Loose Blogging Consortium. The topic this week was chosen by Magpie 11
Wacky Ideas: People
The brightly lit building and the buzz of cheerful voices were welcoming as I approached. It had just turned 8 p.m. and I had recognised some of the parked cars from those in the assembled rows. I was thankful not to be the first to arrive.
Pushing open the door, the voices went suddenly silent. Heads turned from me to the opened door directly across for me. In fact the heads moved from one door to the other in the way spectators do at a Wimbledon tennis final. The difference being the look on their faces. At Wimbledon the faces are full of anticipation and excitement, while tonight they were full of disbelief.
Emerging from the door opposite to me were two nuns in full old style habit from their heads to the black laced shoes. Both tall, with rather masculine gait and six o’clock shadows, they moved to the bar where they perched in comfortable fashion on two high stools. There were two full pints of Guinness sitting on the bar and they lifted them in unison to take the first swig. That first swig cleared the first third of their glasses – in fact they drank the liquor with such ease that it looked like it was a nightly ritual! The problem was that the doorway they walked through had a nameplate.
Suddenly realising my outfit was now the focus of attention I moved slowly to join my friends. I had felt satisfied with the overall effect when leaving home. The low U shape of the neckline was trimmed with a short lace ruffle. This lace appeared at the high waist of the empire line and again on the short puff sleeves and peeped from under the hemline just touching my footwear. The pink gingham fabric was a perfect match for my soft mules with the swans down bobbles. On my head I sported a gingham mobcap.
Moving carefully, the flame from the candle and sconce that I carried, flickered in the draught. I dared not brush up against any of the customers for fear of causing an accident.
As I reached my friends the laughter was all about the nuns emerging from the door marked
FIR which means Gents.
My friend and work colleague Miriam had recently married and was having a house warming party. She had moved to a new housing estate and felt that the easiest meeting point for all of us was the local lounge/bar.
You guessed it, it was a fancy dress house warming party.
Within the hour everyone had arrived and we prepared to make our way in convoy to the new house. I had asked if anyone needed transport. A friend of Miriam’s husband accepted, and we made our way to my car. As we had not met before the short journey was passed with introductions and how we knew our hosts. I discovered my passenger was called Mildred, but known as Millie. Millie’s costume for the evening was sure to win a prize for originality. In fact it was difficult to decide which part of it belonged to the real Millie.
When we arrived at the house our Hosts were there to greet us and soon we moved to mix and mingle with the other guests. Several times I found Millie by my side, in fact I seemed to sense her even before I saw her. Handing me a fresh drink at one stage we sat to continue her earlier chat. She seemed anxious to share with me the details of her background. Like me she was adopted within a couple of weeks of birth. The more I listened the more intrigued I became. The year, the town, the reasons for adoption – even our colouring was similar. I knew the when, where and why of my story but no more.
We had similar likes and dislikes. Millie knew she had a twin sister but never tried to make contact. By the end of the evening there was no need, we knew that we were long lost siblings.
Millie my sister.
rummuser said,
October 1, 2010 at 3:15 pm
Brilliant! Please inform your sister Millie that there is an eligible if somewhat whacky Indian interested in meeting up with her. You may, if you think prudent pass on my email address and other details.
Mayo said,
October 1, 2010 at 3:48 pm
I know it’s common for European women not to save their legs, oh my God , facial hair???? Which bathroom did Millie use??
Rummuser, you better do your homework on “Millie” before you request or pass on vital informatiom to “it”.
Judy Harper said,
October 1, 2010 at 6:16 pm
At first I was so excited for you! You have a kind heart accepting your sister, hair and all, as she/he is! What really would have been even better is the two of you side by side, so we could see if you are paternal or maternal twins!
Grannymar said,
October 1, 2010 at 7:38 pm
Ramana - I will sound Millie out!
Mayo - I never saw Millie go near a loo. Over here a bathroom contains a bath, I am not sure I want to go there!
Judy - Alas I do not have a photo of us together from that night.
Nancy said,
October 1, 2010 at 8:11 pm
Grannymar,
If Millie really is your sister, please make a Marks and Spencer run immediately.
There’s help needed in the clothing department.
Some gender confusion ,I’m thinking…..
Magpie11 said,
October 1, 2010 at 8:59 pm
The Nuns reminded me of the cartoons of the “spies disguised as Nuns scare in WWII”
I don’t mind un-shaved legs (tho’ unsaved legs might be different, Mayo) and ladies with hair in their armpits do not phase me… females with excessive facial hair should be put down at birth!
Darlene said,
October 1, 2010 at 9:45 pm
You did say it was a costume party, didn’t you? I assume Millie was really Milford (or some such name) and was dressed in drag.
One year we were invited to a costume party and there was no money in the kitty to buy costumes, so I put my husband (who had a beard and mustache) in my Mu Mu and I wore our son’s sailor uniform. He went along with it, but really wasn’t pleased to be dressed as a woman.
wisewebwoman said,
October 1, 2010 at 11:27 pm
the comments are more revealing about character than the post itself.
wow!
XO
WWW
Maureen said,
October 2, 2010 at 7:04 am
What a fine looking lass!
nick said,
October 2, 2010 at 8:37 am
How amazing that you suddenly discovered your twin sister in such strange circumstances! A very convincing male, apart from what looks like a skirt!
Grannymar said,
October 2, 2010 at 9:21 am
Nancy - It is difficult to find time for shopping with Millie!
Magpie - I was wondering about ‘unsaved legs’, would saving them mean walking on ones hands?
Darlene - You never know with Millie.
WWW - They sure are!
Maureen -She sure is!
Nick - Millie went to great trouble with her ‘look’ that night!
Millie said,
October 2, 2010 at 4:34 pm
Sis, where have you been?
Margaret Kilgore said,
October 2, 2010 at 4:43 pm
Oh Karma, isn’t it lovely! Good job Grannymar.
Grannymar said,
October 2, 2010 at 6:11 pm
Hi Millie - I missed you, I was on a milk round!
Grannymar said,
October 2, 2010 at 6:12 pm
Margaret - Thanks!
gaelikaa said,
October 4, 2010 at 12:51 pm
Well, I know what you mean all right. But then again….
Grannymar said,
October 4, 2010 at 1:23 pm
Gaelikaa - You do? I am not sure I know!
Conrad said,
October 5, 2010 at 4:13 am
You know, the two of you do bare a striking resemblance. The eyes. The legs. That ineffable poise.
I would have loved to meet your natural mother … from a safe distance.
Grannymar said,
October 5, 2010 at 11:18 am
Conrad - You would like to meet the woman responsible for Millie and I? So would I!