Thursday is Unexpected Boost To My Self Confidence Day.

LOL moment in (Historic) Collierville Town Square:

Cassidy and I were driving through the square when we spotted a sea foam green Hudson Hornet in the parking lot. Thoroughly slackjawed at the sight of such a gorgeous automobile, we then noticed the Edsel Ranger… the Studebaker Silver Hawk… and the Chrysler New Yorker… all situated neatly in a row.

Peter, Paul & Mary, I officially live in Disney — it’s classic car night in Historic Collierville, Tennessee.

Cassidy and I naturally had to explore. So, abandoning our plan for exercise (read: walking around a soccer field), we parked in the square and moseyed towards the cars. We ooh’ed and ahh’ed like good Americans, leaning towards each car just close enough to fully appreciate the immaculate paint jobs & fully restored interiors without breathing on ‘em. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m a sucker for a well-preserved (or well-restored) antique car. They were so much better-looking back in the day. Jee whiz. Also present later on were several ‘66 Mustangs, many an MG, a couple of ‘57 Bel Airs and a Coupe de Ville that was (apparently) featured in Walk The Line. It was mayhem.

While standing around admiring and inspecting the cars, a woman approached us and got straight to the point:

Lady: “Girrrrrrrl, look at your waistline!”

Me: “…er…”

Lady: “Whatever you’re doin’, keep it up, honey.“

Thus began one of the strangest conversations of my young life. We sat there chatting for 5 thoroughly odd minutes. As we parted ways with my new bff, Cassidy turned to me, her older sister, for some sort of explanation of what had just occurred.

Cassidy: “Did that-”

Me: “Yeah, that just happened.”

Cassidy: “Oh. Right.”

All that to say — I can’t imagine when I would ever have had this experience in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. What is up with this town? I’m not complaining — I mean, how often do you get random compliments from strangers? So lovely! And I made sure I told her: “Ma’am, you’ve made my day, thank you!” But jeepers. I’m just not used to it, I guess. I grew up in the South, we’re supposed to be all up on that hospitality/love thy neighbour thing — ’sposed to have that on lockdown. But I just can’t imagine a scenario where this would have transpired in South Louisiana — not with me, anyway. I’ve moved from the Deuce and a Quarter to Disney.

What is this place?

I dare you to compliment some part of someone’s physique. Awkward conversation will immediately ensue, sure, but maybe they’ll blog about it later.

xxAimeeCait