I don’t know about you, but I adore my grandmother! The woman is a saint, a force of nature and she practically raised me.
My grandfather passed away the day before I was born and I never got the chance to meet him. Just like that, with no warning, my grandmother was a widow at 47. All alone, she somehow found the strength and the grace to start again. She created her own business, she built her dream home from the ground up, and still managed to be there for me and my mom, always. Every step of the way. Always kind, always funny. She never remarried.
I remember how I couldn’t wait for school to be over so I can spend the summer at her house. I think so much of what I love about interiors today was shaped by those early years we spent together. She specialized in the restoration of 18th and 19th century antiques and through her work, I got to see some of the most beautiful estates in our county (to this day, my heart skips a beat at the sight of a Biedermeier). Her work ethic, determination and good cheer through it all have been a blessing to our family and I have always strived to live up to her example.
Today, this comfortable room in a Canadian lakeside cottage thousands of miles away, reminds me a lot of her happy home. It wasn’t fancy or anything, but every piece had its story, and nothing matched, nothing was too precious or off-limits. Her home was filled with laughter and joy, my many pets and friends, filled with so much love…
I haven’t visited Romania in almost two years, but I think it’s obvious how much I miss it. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my family, and my home back home…