queen of the world

I’ve been skipping (merrily) along the path known as memory lane today. Going through photographs and such. I came across this beautiful family picture. You can tell it was a long time ago. This is my grandmother's mother.


So classy and elegant. All those layers of lace and see the gloves? Such a regal expression on her face that you would be forgiven for wanting to ask if she had thrillingly improbable ancestry. She looked like the queen of the world that day.

I bet she felt that way too.