On my way out of JoAnn's the other day, an old woman stuck her thumb out and wanted me to give her a ride. So I did.
Then she wanted to come in the house, too. So she did.
Then she wanted to see my sewing room. So she did that, too.
Then she told me she wanted to live here. She promised not to eat too much, she said I wouldn't have to send her to college, and she said she would put up with all these cats. Pet them, even.
So now she lives with me. Meet Grandma:
She was naked, and that just wouldn't do. So I threw this on her, Vogue 1177: