Minnie goes old

Try as Minnie to get the thought of her grandmothers out of her head, they refused to let go. Try as she might to shove it away in favor of a more natural path, it refused to budge.

If anything, it seemed to dig deeper into her mind and took hold. Yet, Minnie didn't mind. If anything, it was actually quite welcome. Not that she could put her finger on what exactly gave her that impression in the first place.

"I wonder if Carol and/or Mabelle would understand?" Minnie thought as she sat down at her vanity. Taking a moment to stretch, she focused on her face. Getting to work, the question of plastic surgery echoed about. While a solution to getting the right look far easier, it was costly and bring with all manner of additional troubles.

Getting to work ensuring her wrinkles appeared believable, thoughts of a different name joined the thoughts of plastic surgery. While nowhere near as strong, it was certainly an option.

Putting the makeup down, her attention turned to her closet.