The only brandy glass I've ever owned, is one of those huge ones, with the cat and mouse! (Christmas present from my nan!) I've never aspired to have dinner parties, but I have had a couple of friends round for dinner a couple of times. It was just dinner and pudding, and we were best mates.
I've dragged my middle class husband down to my level, we're the black sheep of his family. We don't go on skiing holidays, like his sister, and my son (his step son) didn't go to private school, like our nieces do. Our car is a Honda that we had to save up for, (they told us we couldn't get a decent car with only £3K, they were wrong) his family all drive BMWs, Mercs, Porche4x4s and Audis. And although he owns our house, it was given to him as part of inheritance planning.
You can imagine his family's shock, when he told them I was 10 years older than him, divorced, and had 3 children! In fact, his mum interfered with our relationship, and persuaded him to end it, which lasted all of a week, when he realised he was a grown man, who loved me, and couldn't bear being without me, and it was none of his mother's business who he had relationships with.
We get on ok now, and his dad was always lovely, but I'm sure my MIL would have preferred he married a nice middle class girl, with no baggage.
I have to admit, I laughed when Emma was talking about the brandy glasses. She probably imagined the men retiring to the front room, to smoke cigars, drink brandy, and discuss the latest feed prices, while her and the girls, would stay in the kitchen/diner (that's probably what that house had), polishing off the prosecco.
It certainly highlighted that she had delusions of grandeur.