I can't wait until I'm old

As soon as I become a grandma, I am going to wear whatever strikes my fancy, everyone else and their opinions be damned.

I want to be something of an Anna Piaggi once I reach senior-citizen status.

Instead of getting weird looks, I'll be impossibly cool.  Maybe I'll sit around in Christian Dior couture gowns, gloves up to my elbows, smoking out of a long cigarette holder and drinking tea out of ornate teacups.

"Dahhling, would you be lovely and fetch me my diamonds?  The ones John gave me back in the 10's?"

I could attend the shows in silk pajama bottoms and jeweled flats.  I could paint my nails a taxi cab yellow (oh, wait.... I do that anyway). Or perhaps I'll die my hair a violent shade of red.... The possibilities are really endless when people are too scared of you dropping dead at any second to tell you no.

Old age isn't looking so bad after all.