Thursday, July 1, 2010

I saw an elderly lady at my bus stop today.. and all I could think was
"that is exaclty what I want to be when I reach that age...."
She had such class, was dressed well and held herself with such poise. She was a REAL lady.

I often wonder if it's possible that I was born into the wrong era. I dream of living in a time where class was everything. People always looked their best and everyone was kind.
But times change and so do we... Things like this dont seem to matter anymore......

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