We've been clicking refresh on Netflix updates since we watched the last episode of the second series last May and finally, the third series of Grace and Frankie has been announced. Yeesssssh!
Get the calendar and red marker ready - the release date is Friday, March 24. And here is their naughty teaser...wait for their (voice) appearance at the end.
I LOVE this TV show and it's thanks to the amazingly well-written storylines based around two fab women, who are in their seventies, namely Grace and Frankie played by Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin respectively.
They are captivating hot mamas, grannies with attitude, friends with a loyalty that we can all aspire to and women of a caliber that gives all younger female generations hope that you can age wonderfully, gracefully, ungracefully, uniquely, independently, beautifully and with a huge helping of humour.
Sticking with beauty for a sec - female friendship is a true, rare thing of beauty and definitely gets better with age.
Creators and writers Marta Kauffman (Friends creator) and Howard J. Morris celebrate this in both of the series they have released to date showing that the bond, support, respect and understanding that women have for each other and themselves is truly breathtaking in its simple beauty.
We go through so much together and alone as women, mothers, workers, partners, sisters and when we see ourselves and our struggles mirrored in other women, we cannot help but reach out to them, embrace them and their achievements or failings and love them, laugh and dance with them.
They also highlight the strength and beauty of women in general bringing to life a wonderful poem by Jenny Joseph (now 84), Warning which she wrote when she was 29.
According to a BBC survey (1996) the poem beat Dylan Thomas' Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night in the popularity stakes. As wonderful as Thomas' poem is - I'm not surprised.
I think Frankie, in particular, would love this and Grace would laugh watching her before joining in! See you on March 24 ya' crazy much-loved chicas.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
