Lately, I've been thinking about my sweet grandma, who is deceased. Even though she was partially blind to fully blind for much of her life, she never complained. I had never heard her say an unkind word, ever. She was at peace. She was genuine. She was grateful and thankful. I have never before or since met a person like her.
This week's tablescape consists of the few items I have from her. She enjoyed decorating and oil painting. She painted most of her funiture either white or pink and often times with gold trim. She had an old pot belly stove - painted pink and gold.
I set up this scape in a bedroom I just recently redecorated, since my daughter moved out. It's now a guest bedroom.
She loved oriental items. She painted this Geisha. It survived my house fire. It's quite dirty, but survived.
It hung abover her secretary, painted, of course, gold.
This lantern used to hang in her enclosed front porch, where she had her paints and easle set up. Looks as if she broke glass and glued it to the existing glass. I reglued some of the pieces that had fallen off.
I couldn't repair the back side. The metal is fragile. It's very pretty with the candle glowing inside.
This cut glass dish is very old, from her mother.
Old creamer dish.
The demi-cup and saucer is old, as is the cut glass dish, which came from her mother. The pink plate under the demi cup and saucer had cups with them, which I don't have. The two other tea cups were my mother's, one given to her as a gift from me from England. The dish with the stem is also from her. I don't know how old it is.
She had a full wall of her bird paintings. Several family members received one.
I love this painting - because it has a story, one I vividly remember. As a very young girl, Grandma showed me this flower painting she'd done. I remember looking at it telling her she is better at painting birds. I still remember saying that, after all these years. When I was in my 30's, she gave me this painting, recalling our convesation many years earlier about my critiquing her artwork, and her saying I was such a young critic, and she agreed with me. It does have a special meaning.
I'm grateful the painting and dishes survived my house fire.
Everything on this table except the two teacups belong to my Grandma.
She frequently added either ball trim or tassle trim to her things. I remember she had added tassle trim to the edges of her pantry shelves. So cute.
Lovely cup and saucer I purchased for my mother on a trip to England. It's back to me now since she's also deceased.
Cup and saucer gift from my sister-in-law.
I know this post was long, but I have such fond memories of my Grandma. The absolute sweetest person in the world. She was a classy lady. And she LOVED PINK.
Linda
