Better get out those knitting needles...

I bet some of you just had your heart skip a beat. "Really, could it be true? Did Holly take up knitting?" No, no, and no (although I may be doing a beginner's knitting class this Spring). But no, I am not a knitter, and I am being totally stereotypical of knitting types by saying that I better get out my knitting needles because I'm beginning to show old lady tendencies...

For example. I enjoy tea. Lots of it. Not as much as I should, but yes, I like tea.

I have a fabulous tea cup collection. I don't actually drink my tea with my tea cups, because lets be serious, that's just plain craziness! But it is darn pretty, and that's what counts.

I prefer granny panties. Can I say that? Was that too much information? Well, yup, its true. They are just so darn comfortable, and I say, panty lines, schmanty lines! Although my Mother appears to be on a quest to get me into the "Fancy Pants" because it seems every holiday under the sun I'm getting something teeny and lacy. Oh Mother, how I love you! And how Rob loves you ;)

I love baths. Not like I ever really get to have baths. But when I do, I enjoy them. Lots of bubbles. And candles if I can swing it. Taking baths is definitely old ladyish.

I cannot wait for my husband to get grey hair. Like the whole salt and pepper look? Mmm, yummy! I, on the other hand, have literally zero grey hairs. Although I am looking forward to my long, grey hair...one day.

One of the most beautiful women I have ever seen was in the pool changeroom a few years ago. She was Asian, she had pure white hair, and well, was incredibly gorgeous. Not to mention she was in her 60's! I mean the awkward part of the whole thing is that she was naked, but I promise, it really was the beautiful, long grey hair that was catching my eye (am I the only person who find's changeroom nakedness totally awkward?).

But onto my most recent old ladylike development? I've become a mall walker. GASP! I know! Can you believe I just said that? Because really, to be a mall walker you definitely have to be over 60 and have grey hair.

Another requirement of a mall walker is to drink copious amounts of A&W coffee (they always seem to congregate afterwards and chat about politics and other angry old people topics). I am lacking in the A&W department (which is completely fine with me), but yup, I'm in there on Tuesday and Thursday mornings while Abbi is in preschool, cruising the mall.

My first time I went to a mall in the city that I have never been to, and well, lets just say I won't be returning anytime soon. You can't get too picky about the mall, seeing as how you are just walking. But in this case, there was a young girl there doing janitorial work, and well, there's really no politically correct way to say this...lets just say not everything was OK upstairs. She was talking to the plants. To the windows. To the trees inside the mall. Basically to anything (dead or alive). And each and every single time that I walked past her, she would say, "Where is your other baby?" "There's a baby missing." "Where is your little girl?" (which in itself is creepy enough, because how the heck did she know my other kid was little girl?"). Anyway, um, yeah, I just want to walk, I don't want to be interrogated, so that mall will no longer be on the mall walking list.

The mall across the street from us is big enough, and takes me 10 minutes to do a lap. That's going up and down each corridor, basically the inner perimeter of the mall. So for the first lap I just take it easy and warm up, but by lap #3 I am hauling some serious booty! I think people must think I'm a Mom on a mission! Plus, no crazies!

So yeah, I've gone three times, and quite enjoyed it. Gabe seems fairly content just to sit and watch the goings on around the mall. And of course, all my old lady counterparts are quite happy to ooh and ahh over him. So there you have it...my confession of the day. Although I will not be confessing to purchasing shower caps or hemorrhoid cream anytime soon...