Welcome
I'm Sable. You may know me from other places on the web, or not. If you do, then you may be aware of my rather ironic sense of humor and my dusty attic of a memory. You may also know about my negative attitude about vanity websites and blogs. My intent for this site is not to dazzle you all with my questionable brilliance (insert self-deprecating laugh here) but rather to provide you with answers, solve problems and give you ideas about everyday things, a place to rant and complain and, most importantly, to connect with other "women of a certain age".
Popular culture has been using this term to refer to mature women for quite a while now. But, nobody will really come right out and define the term. Many have tried, turning out descriptions of women over sixty, or fifty, or forty, pre-thru-post menopausal women, empty-nesters, women who have become their mothers, opinionated old biddies, and graying, middle-aged, lumpy old broads with wrinkles, cellulite and varicose veins. The way I see it, I fit most of those descriptions. However, such categorization has absolutely no bearing on the way I live my life.
Sable's Place is not for giving out healthy lifestyle tips for the mature woman or for lecturing about the importance of mammograms or how to make your mature years rewarding or how to roll back the ravages of time. For that there are the Sable's Place forums and a gazillion websites for that sort of thing along with a plethora of books by Doctor Drew, Deepak Chopra, Oprah, etc. Sable's Place is for the reality of our lives. For ranting and announcing that you don't care what anyone says, you ARE going to have that Margarita or that second piece of chocolate cake with the fudge buttercream frosting. It's for learning how to take off on your own and tour Europe, where to find something intelligent to watch instead of the garbage on network television or for finding that perfect smart comeback for that nasty co-worker. Here, you can ask those questions that need the answers you need to hear and not the answers you want to hear; the plain, honest, often brutal truth about what getting older in this modern world really means.
Well, now you can simply come here to Sable's Place and see what me and other independent-minded women of a certain age have learned about this, that and the other thing. And if you don't see an answer to your particular question, just ask and we'll see what we can do. At the least, we can commiserate with you.
But first, the Senility Prayer:
"Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked, the good fortune to run into the people I do like, and the eyesight to tell the difference."