Stunning. .

I wanted to hold off on posting this until I had a great picture of my young hip Grandma, but it isn't happening.  (Just imagine a cute lady with a girly figure and red red hair in a big up-do, with some bold rimed glasses that (if I remember right) had a cat-eye flare to them)

Grandma Eve gave me one of her old dresses when I went down to visit her last week. . . . I normally don't want to be one of those girls who displays their wardrobe online for the world to see. No one cares, (or should care). But today I make an exception. . because I was stunning  in my grandma's dress. I loved how it hugged my curves, how it twirled, how the fabric felt on my skin.
When she gave it to me she told me to wear red high-heels with it, she was so right, it was a perfect touch.
I love my Grandma.

I love being young and beautiful. .