I love love love my Grandmother.
So I put it on, which in itself is a mini triumph because my Grandma was PEEEE tite.
Mr Incredible: awesome suit. Is that your new one?
me: no, it was my Grandma W's.
him: no really, is that the one that just came? I love it.
me: no really, it was my grandma's
him: okay (rolls eyes) where did you get it then?
me: the bin from my parent's basement
him: you can tell me you bought another bathing suit, I won't mind
me: I SWEAR ON MY GRANDMOTHER'S SOUL it was hers and now it's mine. circa 1950.
him, feeling the material: they didn't make bathing suit material like this back then.
me: ok. It was my grandmother's bathing suit.
So off we trot to the pool. I understand now that I should've realized that my grandmother was not athletic. She loved fashion, she loved her smokes, and she loved looking good. I probably should not have swam laps in this leisure suit of sorts, but alas! I swam laps, talked to the guy next to me, waved frantically at my kids in the kiddie pool. WITH THE HEADLIGHTS ON. AND OUT. true story the end.