While visiting my ill-stricken grandmother today, I was speaking with one of her friends who was helping her around the house. The topic was sewing and making clothing. She was going into the use of patterns and what not for skirts and blouses and says, "For example, if you were to make a skirt for yourself, say (she pauses to estimate my size) a six, you would need to use an eight." She thinks I'm a fucking size SIX...I'm a size two.