When I speak of the legacy of my granma, I do not mean just the little things that gave me (which for me is a treasure) the bag, the purse or necklace. But, above all, the elegance exuded from every pore of his skin. He grew up in another era. A time when elegance and sophistication was bread day. They were awesome with their hats and well-tailored suits. Always opened the door to you and put the chair to sit down. Women, always with nails and lipstick on. Translucent skin, marking waist. She never, ever, until the 88 years she lived left the house without her lipstick. It's those little things always remember from the people you want.
It's like my last favorite show, Mad Men. I love it! Women are so feminine and men as men... Removing the fact that women did not count for anything and some ideas which I'm not agree... But aesthetics and manners... That's style!
Yeah... I love it!