{"id":12720,"date":"2013-02-02T21:01:02","date_gmt":"2013-02-03T05:01:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=12720"},"modified":"2013-02-02T21:01:02","modified_gmt":"2013-02-03T05:01:02","slug":"a-glamorou-gal-at-age-98","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/a-glamorou-gal-at-age-98\/","title":{"rendered":"Grace Falconer Perlmutter Kleis — How to Be a Glamorous Gal at Age 98"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A glamorous gal at age 98, my aunt came from this small country town in the Midwest — Scottville, Michigan\/<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The last of my aunts and uncles died two weeks ago<\/a>\u00a0at the age of 98, but not before passing on some last minute womanly advice to me.<\/p>\n

My aunt \u2013 I think of her as my Aunt Glamorous \u2013 was tall, red-headed, blue-eyed, self-sufficient and cosmopolitan at a time and place when most women in her hometown wanted nothing more than to get married, have babies and put up green beans and blackberry jam.<\/p>\n

A Glamorous Gal at Age 98<\/strong><\/h5>\n
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Aunt Glamorous<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Aunt Glamorous was born in a small country town in the Midwest.\u00a0 Actually, she was born in a farmhouse<\/em> a couple miles outside a small country town in the Midwest.<\/p>\n

My aunt was not long for the farm town life, however. She was made of shinier stuff. She was cut out to be a woman of the world. She got herself a job in retailing, saved up a few thousand dollars and opened a dress shop half way across the state.<\/p>\n

By the time I was teenager, my Aunt Glamorous was making regular buying trips to New York\u2019s garment district, and my mother and I were making regular trips to her store to shop wholesale for dresses and girdles and gloves.<\/p>\n

My Aunt Glamorous had no children. But she had a wardrobe. She had shoes. She had handbags. She had cigarette lighters and big, clunky jewelry. She had gourmet cookbooks and good-looking husbands. And right up to the end of her life she had a soft, pink, girlish complexion.<\/p>\n

I learned a lot from my Aunt Glamorous over the years. Some of it was advice delivered directly to me in plain words. Other advice I inferred from the shrewd way she pursued her career and the equally shrewd way my twice-widowed aunt chose her husbands: Successful businessmen who admired her as much as they loved her.<\/p>\n

I’ll share with you some of my aunt’s pithier tips on how to be a sexy lady — or gal, as she would put it —\u00a0 at any age.<\/p>\n

Gal Wisdom from a Glamorous Gal at Age 98<\/strong><\/p>\n