"She's also thrown pillows around to make it look more minimalist-chic and less fuddy-duddy
. William was happy to go with the flow," the friend added.
The danger of such objections is that one can sound fuddy-duddy
. (Although, come to think of it, if I'm not going to sound fuddy-duddy
at my age, when do I get to start?) And fuddy-duddies occasionally have their points to make and their functions to perform.
At the risk of sounding like an old fuddy-duddy
(when I am a young-at-heart 63), in my day we knew how to laugh at school and out of school without being taught.
Perhaps just the old fuddy-duddy
I'm becoming, but I suspect there are a lot of people like me out there in our prospect audiences.
So is that fuddy-duddy
idea that schools should be named after civic heroes whom you'd want students to study and emulate.
This interest in painting's objecthood and self-referentiality came to seem a bit fuddy-duddy
by the early '80s, but in these paintings it is still alive and engaged in a very strange way.
I guess I am an old fuddy-duddy
, but I am shocked at the decline of today's morals.
His wryly subversive 1997 feature-film bow, Love and Death on Long Island, featuring John Hurt as a fuddy-duddy
magnificently obsessed with B-flick hottie Jason Priestley, had critics and audiences marking him as a major new filmmaker.
Just as Birmingham seems stuck in its industrial past, Osaka is stuck with an image of a slightly cranky, fuddy-duddy
-- Laura Cromwell says she has a "fuddy-duddy
cousin" in Chicago who remains a holdout and still hasn't learned how to use a computer.
It's not just tabletop anymore, and it's sure not fuddy-duddy
. The annual Ambiente tabletop show in Frankfurt, Germany, was a combination of the best classic tabletop houses and the top avant-garde designers in one convenient location.
"An old fuddy-duddy
like me will keep using the agent I've used for 30 years," O'Hare said.
Yet when the seventy-seven-year-old, who describes herself as "an old fuddy-duddy
," scored a decisive victory in the elections this past December, it came as no surprise to the people of Guyana.
Maybe the Journal could help an old fuddy-duddy
like me and print a list of outlets where one can partake of one's chosen tipple free of wet noses, dribbling jaws, and doggy hairs arriving as unordered garnish.
I DON'T want to be an old fuddy-duddy
but you're only 12 and have years of falling in love and falling out of love ahead of you.