palace of winds

Went out shopping again today, for the sale at Ulta. Then we stopped by my grandma’s to put some fertilizer in her plant and start an experiment with cutting it back. It’s enormous and she’s had it forever, so we really don’t want to kill it. I cut my own plant back, but it’s a totally different kind (and much heartier, I expect; cuttings from mine have lasted for weeks in the mail). Anyway, after we’d finished we walked her downstairs for dinner, where a small group of little old ladies had already congregated outside of the dining room, and where the following bizarre exchange occurred:

“This is my granddaughter Rachel.”
“Oh, I was just looking at her legs. She’s got really nice legs. Nice arms too, but the legs are what you’ll look at first.”

So thank you, woman whose name I’ve forgotten. It’s one of the nicest things anyone’s said to me in a while.