Grandmas are no Grande Dames of Fashion

I sat quietly in the bookstore, drinking my tea and minding my own business, as least as much as I am ever able, when I was subtly drawn to a rack of women’s magazines. It was that same sensation you get when you can "feel" someone staring at you from across the room. You can’t help but slowly turn and look, even though it gives you cold chills to do so. That’s exactly how it felt, and that’s exactly what I did.