This film reminds me of my wonderful grandmothers. My sister and I were just talking a couple of days ago about how lucky we are to have had such unique and colorful characters for grandmothers (not to mention our own mother, Carla).
Our Mimi is a social butterfly. She’s 5’9”, loves to dance, her home is ornamented with lovely things from around the world, her wardrobe is colorful and elegant, her laugh is contagious and her mind is open and curious, still at 86 years old. She can start a story and then, about 45 minutes later, after being completely side-tracked with sub-stories, arrive back to the point of the story. It’s incredible. She adores unique things and reading her horoscope. She loves fiercely.
Our Granny was defiant, salt-of-the-Earth, artistic, musical, saucy, and a minimalist. She loved her garden and her pets and didn’t care what anyone had to say about it. She taught me how to draw the human body and how to play gin rummy. She never put on airs for anyone. She sat, indian style all the time. She rarely wore shoes and when she did they were typically gardening shoes. Her winter coat was a thick flannel shirt. She could be quite blunt at times, once telling me I was “as subtle as a fart in a bath”. She did not believe in a higher power and didn’t care.
Strong personalities on both of them and wonderful female influences for my sister and I.
This film is so wonderful. Celebrate all of life. Every year, every wrinkle, every ache, every moment. Dress it up in bright colors and don’t apologize.