The Larson House

My whole life, upon meeting people, I’ve heard things like… “My grandmother was named Elsie” or “My great aunt was named Elsie”. I idolized my grandmother’s style from the time I was in elementary school. She has a great style and story (I’ll share more about her in another post). In high school I discovered thrift shops. With the $100 my parents would give me for new clothes I could buy bags and bags of clothing, instead of a few things from the mall. I liked that and pretty soon I was dressing like a grandma at the ripe ole’ age of sixteen. As soon as I got my license Emma and I would go thrifting at DAV a couple night a week. Back then DAV was the best thrift and it was open till 9 pm on a school night. 🙂

Anyway… long story, short… I’ve always been an aspiring grandma. I like to think that I’m one of those “cool grandmas”, but I definitely feel more at home at a quilting shop than I do at any kind of concert or club. Always an old person on the inside… now where’s my oatmeal?

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