Maxine or Martha
Martha is parked next door. When she and Lew came in she had on her khaki dockers, preppy loafers, and LLBean sweater over a shirt. Every frosted hair was curled into place. She directed Lew's parking with little fingertip tootles and then disappeared inside her Bounder Diesel. This morning when they left in their yuppie Jeep with the personal plates..JP4LEW...she had on a tan cashmere cardigan with a furry mink collar, skinny butt designer jeans and little leather boots...and of course gold earrings, necklace, bracelet, watch and rings. And all this is in the Yogi Bear Jellystone Campground!
Do I sound catty? Jealous? Probably! I achieved Marthadom once. I had my dockers, white turtleneck, blue silk shirt open down the front, gold jewelry dripping and my maroon leather Munro oxfords. I was sitting on a bench in South Coast Plaza (CA) waiting for a friend when a group of businessmen walked by looking for Nordstrom's. One of them said, "Let's ask this lady. She looks like she knows where Nordstrom's is." Wow...I made it! I was a Martha.
Usually I'm more like Maxine. Dirty white tennies, elastic waist jeans, t-shirt from the last winery and my polartec jacket....hair windblown and freckles showing. I always wanted to be Martha, but I think you're born that way. Or you go away early to school to learn it. Once you're past 5 I think it's too late! I'm just a country girl who now and then plays at being Martha....but comfort is with Maxine.
(Incidentally, I haven't met Martha next door yet...she's probably really nice!)