I met two FOF women this weekend whom I absolutely adored. Evelyn is 87, looks and thinks twenty years younger, and exudes charm. Twice widowed, she gave up her interior design career when her second husband tired of her business phone calls and incessant worrying about clients. He wanted to travel with her. She’s sorry she listened. She doesn’t have him, or a career.
She’s active in fundraising, travels with her best friend, Rebecca,to places like India–where she has sat atop an elephant–and often attends lectures, the theatre and ballet.
Lynn, a former advertising copywriter with some of the most glamorous agencies during the 60s and 70s, is no nonsense and direct, kind of like I am. “How are you going to make money with your website?” she questioned, after I told her about FOF.
When I asked if she was divorced or her husband had died, she responded in an instant, “No, but he should have.”
The spirit and individualism of FOF women are remarkable and never stop exciting me.