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My Grandmother’s Bed

Being from a small town in Missouri, ‘farmhouse’ runs through my veins. I grew up out in the country. All things antique, vintage and rustic are what I know. As a girl, we would visit the Rocky Ridge Farm where Laura Ingalls Wilder wrote the Little House on the Prairie books and various one-room school houses in the area, and I would find myself transported to another time and place where I felt my heart belonged. When I was around ten years old, my grandmother bought an old Victorian home and painstakingly restored it to its original beauty. I can still remember how enraptured I was with the gorgeous details of that home. The high ceilings, the unique windows, the upstairs balcony upon which she would let us sleep on summer nights. My favorite part of all was her front porch. With white wicker furniture, an old one-room school desk and a swing, all beautifully decorated with fresh flowers, pillows, throws and copies of House Beautiful and Country Living stacked neatly, she would have made the Front Porches of IG if that exists! I spent countless hours on that swing, sipping lemonade and chatting with my beautiful Grandmother. I’ll also never forget the white, wrought iron bed that was in her Master Bedroom. For some reason, I loved nothing more than to make up her bed for her. She always had the best cotton percale sheets, and I just loved the way her room felt when every perfectly appointed item lay as it should. This wrought iron bed now sits in my garage. Waiting for our home to be built so I can place it in my youngest daughter’s room. I so look forward to the day when I can make up her bed, with fresh cotton percale sheets of course, and pass the love of beautifully made antiques on to the next generation!

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