My Nanna was quite an opinionated lady, and she wasn't quiet about it, either.
If she didn't like something, she'd let you know.
My brother and I used to go with my dad and stay with her for a fortnight every summer holiday. One summer, I'd had my hair cut shorter.
"You've changed your hair", she said, "I don't like it. But, if it suits the wearer, bugger the starer".
My dad just grinned at me as I replayed it in my head, until I understood the sentiment behind it.
It was the first, but definitely not the last, time she said that to me and my brother.
If I wore something she didn't like: "If it suits the wearer..." she'd say, looking down her nose at me.
When my brother got his first tattoo. "What the bloody hell have you done that for?? Well, I suppose if it suits the wearer..."
It got to the stage that we knew when there was something she wouldn't like, and we'd quote her favourite phrase back to her before she had a chance. She'd give us a sly smile, knowing that there was no further argument to be had.
My Nanna died 3 years ago in May, but her phrase is something that my brother and I still use all the time. In fact, my brother is going to get it tattooed at some point. Which, in itself is ironic, because she HATED tattoos, and she definitely would've had an opinion about them!
It's something that I've found myself thinking a lot this week when people have looked at my new tattoo and internally judged me for it. When my dad screwed up his nose at my new tattoo, I just raised my eyebrows at him, and said "Whatever, Dad. If it suits the wearer..."
Thanks, Nanna, for the reminder that, no matter what other people think, if I'm happy, it doesn't really matter.