The other week, my mom and I were running some errands together and on the way home, we made a pit-stop to my grandmother's house.
My sister and I have said we both love going to Grandma's - or, "Ma" as we all call her - because her home is like one giant artifact. My mom and her siblings grew up in this house many years ago, so a lot of their childhood prized possessions are still in tact and it's like taking a step back through time.
Ever since I was a kid, I always remembered this Pinocchio-gnome in the garden. I'm impressed it's still in one piece all these years later!
One of the many downfalls of living on a busy street is finding good quiet time. At Ma's house, we love taking a seat on her spacious porch, reading a book, and listening to the breeze outside rather than cars zipping by.
And this view ain't so bad either!
I always loved her neighbour's house across the street! Years ago when it went on sale, my dad joked saying we should buy it so we could live on the quiet street we'd always dreamed of (My mom was a little opposed to the idea of living directly across the street from her parents though).
Entering Ma's house and you feel as if you've entered another era.
All of the things any shabby-chic lover could dream of! As a kid, I was always completely fascinated with Ma's vintage style, like this cupboard. It came with a spare, old-fashioned key that she let me keep.
How '60s / '70s / '80s + can you get! It's clear to say that over the years, this room hasn't changed much.
My mom even took her wedding photos here:
As well as her bridal shower by this window:
Everything is so chic and classy - right down to the lamps!
When we were kids, every Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter meal was spent at this table as we chatted, stuffed our faces with delicious meals, and made memories.
This emerald chandelier always sparkled and lit up when the lights were dim.
Here's a brief picture of the kitchen. Often during dessert time, the kiddies would gather in this space to have "our own time."
The living room was typically where we'd gather after meals, with bellies stuffed and awaiting dessert and coffee.
This looked very familiar: it reminded me of my own sunflower wreath on my bedroom door. We definitely are related!
Quiet little backyard through the back door.
Going back upstairs through the front hallway.
To Ma's bedroom!
A baby picture of me spotted!
Whenever we slept over as kids, this "guest bedroom" was always my favourite. I loved the window behind and the classic bed posts!
And the bedside table.
My mom has one of these old wicker chairs in her bedroom as well. It's funny how some things carry on to the next generation so naturally.
Another one of the (kind of messy?) bedrooms! This clearly belonged to one of my uncle's.
Just look at all this old stuff! And how awesome is that old-fashioned phone?
And a broken, fancy-looking light.
Heading back downstairs:
I made a little peek into her backyard. So many memories of myself and the cousins running around in this yard playing tag and hide-and-seek.
Back to the porch for some relaxation.
And Ma decided to join in.