I’ve mentioned my grandmothers once before to you, but, its time to chat again on the subject. Both of my grandmothers exude of sense of style and ease which can’t be mistaken for effort or calculation. My house is full of treasures from each of them, from the french chair to the mid century chair and crocheted blanket which adorn my “guest quarters” [haha, that is generous]. Alas, it is time again to admire something which originally rested in their cupboards. I love both sets—the tea cups [which house my greek yogurt and walnuts every morning] and the crystal glasses [which invariably facilitate an avid consumption of champagne in the evenings]. These women represent the strong stock in my blood and a hope that my home is neither lacking in style, nor a remembrance of them.
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