Hello, hello! I don’t know that I’m REALLY a guest blogger, since I used to blog here before Mama gave us our own blog. (And don’t miss the two posts there… Happy birthday, Fred.)
Anyway, Mama saw a great post on Sal’s blog and just KNEW I was the lady for the job. You see, I was BORN a lady. ‘Tis true. It sounds so uppity when I type it, but… Sissy was born uninhibited, and I was born demure. Even when I’m being sassy, it’s sweet, cute and… well… ladylike.
Sal struggles with identifying with the word LADY, although anyone scanning through her blog can see she’s all woman and plenty feminine, in a not-fussy way. Mama uses the world “ladies” a lot, especially in emails to a bunch of her gal-pals, but I’ll have her weigh in at the end of this post!
I’m a girlie-girl. I was born that way, just as Sissy was born brash and bold. There’s no right or wrong here, but while Sissy’s newest nickname is THE QUEEN, no one has ever called her a lady. It’s a matter of deportment, which is my way of saying I suspect Miss Sal is selling herself short. I bet she conducts herself properly when she needs to, whereas Sissy struggles to even pretend she has manners more often than not!
No, it doesn’t have a thing to do with me being named Lady Gretchen. Mama used Lady in my name as a title, not an adjective.
What does “being a lady” mean to you? Pinkies out, china tea up balanced easily on one knee? I think not; I don’t have pinkies and spoiled as I am, Mama won’t let me use her china. I can wrestle and romp with Sissy, “fight” with Dadaw, but there’s just something in my mannerisms that make me come off lady-like even when I’m playing tough. See the photo? *I* am not the one with my legs all agape, showing my stomach to the world. No one taught me to think that way, just as no one trained Sis to flop around…
Mama here. She’s right, as usual. I’m somewhere between the two fur-girls. I definitely was a tomboy growing up, but I’ve always liked a pretty dress, and I can curtsy like a pro. I’ve never thought myself an icon of ladylikeness, but at the same time, I distinctly remember how shocked a friend some 12 years younger was the first time I swore in her presence. I’m trying to recall the words she used to explain why I’d shocked her, but that makes me wonder if she would call me a lady?
For me, a lady is a woman with class. I don’t mistake class for status or financial worth! Some of the classiest LADIES I know live quite humbly, and I’m not about to try to guess whether it is driven by necessity or not. A lady doesn’t thrive on making others feel inadequate. A lady is truly the perfect hostess… not by society’s standards, but rather, guests are always comfortable and relaxed. A lady is also the ideal guest… In short, a lady has good manners and a pleasant disposition, even when she doesn’t feel like it!
Gretchen is a great example, even if she is furry and walks on four feet. She’s kind, sensitive, goes out of her way to make everyone in her presence comfortable and happy, and yet she definitely has her own sense of what is right and proper. Decorum is another word that comes to mind in pursuit of a working definition of what makes a lady.
So, Gretchen and I both want to know. Do you consider yourself a lady? Who in your life epitomizes being a lady?