Stars in her eyes

I come from a long line of fantasists. My cousin tells people, should they enquire what it is she does, that she is an astronaut. She also insists her name is Esmerelda. Her name is not Esmerelda.

My paternal grandmother posed as posh for all of her life. She was about as posh as mince on toast. She also believed that she could apply the fuchsia-pink lipstick