My grandma is my best, best friend.
Not in a I-have-to-be-good-friends-with-her-because-she’s-my-grandma-kind of way, but because I really, really genuinely adore her.
This afternoon she came over & we drank Whispering Angel Rosé, ate sliced pears/Gruyère cheese/green grapes, & talked about everything & anything while the sun set.
I guess we’re not a typical friendship…but I don’t care. I just really get along with people that are older than me— & I’m totally ok with that.
Weird? I D K.
My grandma AKA ‘The Nanz’ is just hilarious/hip/badass. We could talk for hours & I love hearing her stories. Basically she’s sort of ‘been there, done that.’
Anyway, if anything, I teach her about blogging/how spaghetti squash can taste exactly like pasta/the Kardashian’s & she teaches me about puffy, vintage sweaters/life/family/men/etc.
I heart you, Nanz!