I’d heard about THEM for years, with their “Ladies over 50” age constraints. Their propensity to have fun and be silly. Wear purple (my FAVORITE color) with outrageously flamboyant red hats. Did I mention being silly was encouraged?
In typical Peni style, I of course arrived at the venue ( a pizzeria) half an hour (or so) early. With my Red Hat tucked in my purple bag, did I stand out enough? Did my frilly purple scarf and light-purple blouse convey enough “Hattitude?” Maybe I should put the hat on so the other Hatters don’t overlook me….
But one by one they filtered in, and it was another lady’s first time also, so I didn’t feel so shy. We totaled 9, counting one lady’s 19-year-old granddaughter. Over pizza, cheese fries and other goodies, we talked and laughed and I grew comfortable with these ladies. They appeared welcoming and friendly, and I felt that joining THEM might just provide the social fulfillment I’ve been looking for!