Lady Lynda’s Memories of her then etiquette partner Auntie Carol and her perspective of the Charm school graduation.
Lady Lynda screwed up her face in disgust as she remembered the dreadful example her former etiquette partner Auntie Carol gave to their newly graduated reformed charm
school ladies. A little tipsy I don't believe is the right phrase. How
'bout practically roaring down drunk? Conversely I remember a few years
ago a so called woman friend invited me to a place of entertainment.
Well it turned out to be a show of scantily clad male entertainers. I
recall drinking nothing but Mimosas. I drank my share. I lost count with my tenth drink. Even so I was
still standing and even dancing a bit. Not well but still dancing.
Especially when everybody with the exception of us, were underage. They
should be complete teatotolers. Shame on you. I did like the way the
room was festooned with such colorful crepe, Emerald balloons. I wonder was green
subconsously chosen because we are leaving the girls for greener
pastures? Namely Mr. Pequots Reform School for Dastardly Bastards.
Whatever? Pretty in pink I say. Those tulip dresses for the young
ladies waiting for their two lips to be kissed by handsome beaus. I just
love the colorful makeup. It was a fest fit for a Bachanalia.
Whoever their pardners may be. If you'll pardon my expression. lol. The perfumes were an
olfactory delight. Such sophistication in scents. The sweet smell of
success was in the air. A little tongue and cheek humor. Oh Auntie
Carol, you are so cheeky.