The Twisted Sisters

In our small town lives several groups of sisters. It seems common as you grow older for sisters to start doing everything together. First it's travelling to far off lands like Winnipeg. Then they do their shopping together in near by Yorkton. Eventually it becomes unheard of to catch a sighting of one without the other.

My favorites are 2 elderly spinster sisters. I will not name names but I refer to them as the Twisted Sisters. I gave them the nickname when I heard the two dear sweet innocent old girls leaving the church and calling the organist a "filthy @(#$" because the young eligible pastor had accompanied the organist on a shopping trip and hadn't included them.

I'm really not trying to make fun of them. Honest! But this summer at the local fair our office was one of the teams participating in a bed race. We were to come in costumes so we had dressed the General Manager, and a few others in pajamas and bathrobes. Our office supervisor was concerned because she didn't see anyone else dressed in costume. Then she looked at the crowd and said "oh, there's a couple dressed up". Yes, you guessed it. It was the twisted sisters. And no, they were not dressed in costume. And wear they found those jackets is anyone's guess.

But the point of the story is that no matter how bad their behaviour and how odd their dress, sisters share a bond that strengthens over time.

I, Olivia, share that strong bond with my sisters Abby and Ella. (Despite their intense jealousy concerning my beauty and grace). But we sisters stick together even though we are all very different. We occasionaly submit Ella's name for "What Not to Wear". And Abby is maybe a little eccentric. I however, am normal enough to keep us centered and on track.

You might think me judgemental. But Ella has worn in public, brown pants and blue socks. She did not learn this in the palace. And if you think that Abby is not eccentric I can provide an example. Abby is under the impression that being in the sisterhood is a good thing. We have adopted our two beautiful cousins, Gypsy Rose and Cherie. If 5 sisters is good 6 must be better. She has recently invited Julia to be part of the family. Abby has the gift of making this sound like a good thing. Poor Julia (whose name means optimistic)was tricked into joining the family with promises of fresh bread and yellow roses.

So now the royal family is growing. But if Gypsy Rose, Cherie and Julia think they can get ahead of me in line for the family jewels they have another thing coming.

Besides, when it comes time to get matching jackets it will be more dramatic with six rather than three. Maybe we'll get a group discount.