Tis the season

Sitting on the couch this evening, drinking champagne (I know, who does that?!) I started thinking about all of the upcoming parties that we will be attending. Instantly, my favorite expression that my grandma Joy used to say before guests arrived to dinner parties, popped in to my mind. "It's time to show your teeth." I guess she meant time to smile. I loved when my cousin told me this expression. And I think everyone around me in the next couple weeks will love my pearly whites.
My grandma passed away when I was seven. I don't remember much about her, and only in recent years have I heard intimate stories about her. I think my grandpa and my dad were so sad after she left that it was too hard for them to talk about her. I think a lot about what I do know. She had auburn hair. She wore fur coats to the grocery store with jeans and makeup no matter what. My grandpa bought a huge piece of turquoise when they lived in the Southwest and commissioned an artist to make her new pieces of jewelry for every occasion. She gave birth to still born twins. She loved cocktail hour. She would send me little dresses to wear and I don't think I liked them. She also gave me my most prized gift of my childhood, a cow puffalump. My mom often tells me that I have her legs. What a lady.

P.S. I may or may not have an idea for a poem that might or might not involve the dissolution of the leaning tower of Pisa.