Her wardrobe

Memories of my unique grandmother. When I look at the faint flowers, I remember you. You danced in front of the mirror, admired your attractiveness, but cared so much about the old skin, tried to cover it with expensive lace or silk scarf. But it was in vain, my dear grandmother! You have always been attractive with its fire, which was impossible to catch, it was the fire of love, eternal youth, which was always reflected in your eyes, smile, gait ...