Well, not my Granny in particular; she’s more Tretorns and Ferragamo flats, Lilly Pulitzer, and a little walker she decorates with bows and things (and sometimes a rogue pine cone she picks up).
I’m digging the sort of loony granny look right now: lots of fringe and lace, crochet and yarn—and, because the Olsens never get old…
[Images via Olsens Anonymous.]
Carpet bags that hold lemon drops, boar bristle brushes, and the kitchen sink:
[Images via Jak & Jil and chicfaced, who owns the Gucci bag I’d give my front bike wheel for.]
My Granny always had perfect pedicures with a pop of color on her toes. I’ll always remember her rinsing the sand off her feet at the spigot in their front yard.
I suppose—with my growing caftan collection—I’m not really that far off from Granny-dom. Confused pat on the back in 3…2…1…