When you walk into my grandmother’s sewing room, you are immediately taken to another time. The walls are tastefully decorated with cherished relics from earlier days. A toy of my father’s when he was just a little boy, pictures of my sister and I when we were children (see above), memorabilia from trips she and my grandfather took together… and a dress that she made herself, along with a picture of her wearing it while on a trip (I believe they were in Cuba).
This also acts as a bedroom and, as a boy, I would stay in there when I visited. I was always struck by everything that was there and would spend hours looking over each item.