She inclined her head in acknowledgement of the compliment—if that was what it was. Not very glamorous…well, she had never pretended to be anything other than what she was. Glamorous people were all very well, but when it came to cooking pumpkin, or repairing children’s clothing, or making stew for a hungry husband, or doing any of the other hundreds of things that women had to do every day, every day, then glamour did not get one very far.
