“What do you think of my sexy new nightie?” Grandma said slyly, scooping a heaping spoon-full of noodle salad onto my plate.
“Hello!” I responded as I picked up the brand new purple silk lingerie set that was draped over her kitchen chair. “That’s cute… it’s short!”
“Yes, but still appropriate.”
“Yes, obviously, it’s classy.” I recovered, wondering what exactly she meant by “appropriate,” considering I’m pretty sure nobody sees her in her nightgown (though I guess one should never assume too much).
As we sat down to lunch, I was reminded of the time we went shopping together 2 weeks before my wedding. We picked up the accessories she needed for her outfit and were making our way back to the car when she suggested a stop in the “intimates” department to “pick up a new robe” (or so she said). Before I knew it, I was in the middle of a conversation I never thought I’d have with my (at the time) 82-year-old grandmother.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to wear on the big night?”
“Think of your future husband. What would he like?”
“Ahhh…. I seem to do pretty well with cut-off sweatpants and a tank top.”
“Suit yourself. But I’ll tell you, I still remember the nightie I wore on my wedding night… it was so lovely…”
To be completely honest, I can’t really remember the rest of the conversation (part of me wishes I did). All I know is I left the mall that day with a silk “pyjama” set unlike anything I’d ever owned before.
We giggled about this memory the other day while finishing up our noodle salad. Eventually, the conversation turned to what section of her memoir we should work on for the next hour.
“I think I want to talk about dating and my wedding,” she said.
“OK, like when you met Grandpa and the period of time leading up to your wedding?” I clarified.
“Well, I dated people before your grandpa!”
“Right, of course, so you want to talk about them, too?”
“Yes, I think I would.”
“Perfect, here we go, pressing record……”