Once upon a time, my husband’s grandmother was a young woman who was engaged to be married. (It’s hard to think of her as that young woman in her early twenties. She was old as long as I knew her.) Her fiance’s aunt and uncle took her shopping for a wedding present, determined to buy flatware for the young couple.
Grandma had a definite picture in her mind of what she wanted on her tablePlease visit Backwards in High Heels to read the full post.