Glamma to the third power…

I am a glamma to the third power.  Indeed, being a glamma to the third power makes me feel like a Super Glamma.  I do believe I need an appropriate outfit to honor my enhanced status.

No, not a typical uniform – not the shawl,  colorful orthopedic shoes, and a bag with grandchildren’s photos on it…that’s a grandma.

Glammas have a different outfit and Super Glammas – well dang, they have to represent.  Clearly I will need an outfit that denotes both the super and the glamma.  Maybe a nice sheer, slightly bedazzled and totally sexy cape, coupled with an form-fitting (but not tacky) strapless black dress that hits just above the knee…I’ll also need some fine silk nylons that are durable but scream “yum” at the same time, and some comfortable 4″ stilettos that I can confidently power walk in.  I think a nice pair of rhinestone studded black sunglasses will be the final touch that my Super Glamma outfit needs.

No, I won’t be able to leap over tall buildings in a single bound, but I will look damn good riding in the elevator to the penthouse suite.  Let’s face it, being super isn’t always about being a Marvel comics knock-off.  Some times being super is about defining oneself as one sees fit without apology. 😉

Day one thousand and seventy-six of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

About Ms. C

I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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One Response to Glamma to the third power…

  1. Barbara says:

    Oh yes, I can hear it now: Lennon (the Super Smile-Maker) at age 8, saying “Rock on, Glamma!”

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