I remember this portrait of my grandmother from my childhood. It was hanging on her wall at her farmhouse. I recently saw it in an old photo and wondered if she still had it. My mom asked her about it and it was sitting in a closet in her cabin. She told me the story of when a friend of hers painted it. She was in her early twenties and the abstract painting pictured was one of her own.
I was so excited to hang it in our entryway. I’ll keep it forever. It’s my new favorite thing in our home, a little piece of family history.
I bought a bunch of old guilty pleasure records last weekend. We were spinning Dusty Springfield all morning. ♥
