Monday, April 19, 2010

4.19.2010: day 54

Every time I enter my little bathroom, I think about my grandma. The curtain I made reminds me of her and the bedroom I stayed in when visiting her and Grandpa. (Although, the curtains in the kids' room were light yellow eyelet with little orange pom poms at the bottoms. Was that really what they looked like?) Either way, I remember I liked them, and liked the familiarity of that room whenever I visited, and liked going on exploring expeditions in the attic, which opened through a closet door.

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