Both of my Grandma's were talented painters. I have always wished I had inherited that ability but that gene seems to have skipped by me. Since I recently lost both of my Grandma's, I cherish the things I have of theirs more than ever. They are as different as any two Grandmas could be but I feel like I see myself in both of them.
This painting was done by my paternal Grandmother. She was such a fun woman. I remember her having a tea party for me once in this little outdoor room she had. She poured into our beautiful little teacups rootbeer and milk. It was delicious. She sat in the tiny little childs chair right next to my sister and I and seemed to enjoy the "tea" party just as much as we did.
She would have been very popular in our blogging world. She was flea market chic before it was so popular. Her front yard was always decorated with items that made it like a fantasy place to a child. Actually, even in my adult years I loved her whimsical yard. She had pet raccoons at one time, something I can imagine myself doing! She was very artistic. She had colorful glass bottles in the window and the light would shine through them and I wanted to grow up to be like her. And I did...except for the part about that I can't paint.
When I saw this painting my Grandmother had done I knew it would look perfect in my house. I was so happy my Dad was willing to let me have it. It looks like it was painted for my living room. Obviously, my Grandmother had a love for white too! Last summer I had white roses, daisys, and catmint is an arrangement on the mantle and realized I had almost recreated my Grandma's painting without even trying too. I can't wait until those same flowers are blooming in the garden this year. Until then I can just enjoy them in Grandma's painting.
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