Remember when I mentioned that, now at 34, my grandmother seems to have fully accepted the fact that my being a spooky weirdo was never a phase?
My mom saw her yesterday & she sent home one of her resale shop finds for me. It’s a black velvet bodice thing with front laces. Nevermind the fact that she hasn’t seen me in anything like that since I was probably 20. It even fits, too! She’s so adorable and absurd, and I can’t stop laughing.