Some of you may remember my
Uncommon Cure for the Common Cold, where I channeled my inner Nana for a bit of tea and sympathy. It seems that this is all the rage now, according to today's
Age Newspaper. The article is touting knitting as "the new black", (well duh, where have you been print media?) carrying a hankie as environmentally savvy and the cuppa as the latest trendy cure all. And while I see the merits in some of this Nana Chic, I can think of a few others that hold a little more appeal for me.
Support garments. While suspenders have been a staple of many a bride's wardrobe, the old fashioned foundation garment complete with suspenders, will never be replaced by the new flimsy lace numbers in my book. While they are now available in a host of colours and trims, there is something quite vintage sexy about those flesh toned girdles. The creator of pantyhose (I tried to find you a link here, but had to poke my eyes out from too many fetish results on Google) was so rapt to be able to offer consumers something that didn't show beneath their skirts, or leave a little flesh peeking out when they sat down. But for me, given the right occasion, there is something quite wonderful about this look. It comes across as accidentally appealing rather than overtly sexy.
The Sweet Tin. My Nana always kept a sweet tin in her lounge room for occasional treats while watching the cricket. Nana would never have eaten a whole chocolate bar, let alone a tub of ice cream; far too decadent. Instead, her sweets were those pretty, individually wrapped numbers that remind you just how many you have had by watching the papers pile up. I wonder how much more respect we would have for sweets dished out as prizes to ourselves, than those wolfed down secretly from the packet hidden in the back of the pantry. I'm quite sure our waist lines would thank us for it.
The Wireless. Okay, while a good serial program might be hard to find on the radio these days, there are any number of podcasts out there that are much more preferable to tuning into the latest episode of Big Brother to find out what that odd squishing noise was coming from the communal bedroom last night. To get your alternative entertainment rolling, check out the inaugural podcast by that dapper chap,
The Sunday Best.
The Nana Rug. Oh where, oh where would I be without this marvelous invention. Often seen decorating the laps of elderly personages in wheel chairs, the Nana rug is usually a crocheted affair, often in mutiple colours, and usually in a square pattern. Without the aid of these oft crafted pieces, I would have indeed frozen as I blogged along, long past bedtime.
So I ask you, do you have a secret longing for hot toddies, knitted booties or put a cozy on everything? Are you Nana Chic?