Well they’ve not been happy about lockdown, too used to gadding about in the precinct. Betty managed to master Zoom but her family kept her on mute for most of the session. The Girls found it hard not speaking as they had few else folk to chat to, but the row over the red cabbage simmered on. Shirl’ is used to her own company and lives mainly in the past anyway so she did really well…
For those who haven’t encounted the ‘Owd Lasses yet let me introduce you:-
The ‘Owd Lasses series celebrate the glamour pusses of yesteryear. These strong characters always with a shopping trolley, often empty and just for balance, are to be found in every town and city in Britain, they are our maiden aunts, grandmothers, neighbours or just someone we see every day – until they’re not there any more…
They are making the best sense of Modern Britain as they can, in their wrinkly stockings, doing pensioner whispering (talking loudly behind a cupped hand) to their friends about what they think Doreen from no.12 has been up to with Harry from the bowling club. Offering everyone else in the room cake apart from you because they say you’ve put too much weight on. They refuse to wear their hearing aids, can’t understand why all the young ‘uns these days are ‘plugged in’ to ‘the nets’ and absolutely refuse to eat their greens…
Wry, poignant vignettes of a changing world, we’ll be sorry when they’re gone…
Until now my originals of the Owd Lasses have been held back awaiting a big exhibition. With the new normal comes a new way of approaching the art business and so I now present three of my most loved pieces…
