I woke up to the smell of real bacon and eggs frying in butter. I must be at my grandmama's house! This is my mom's mom, not to be mistaken with my dad's mom who just got married!
I sat down to homemade butter tea biscuits. When I opened it, steam rose up from it's flaky center. I spread homemade strawberry jam over the halves and enjoyed every bite!
My mom, grandmama and I spent the next hour riffling through my grandmama's large button collection. I pulled out a jar full of beauties to use and display in my sewing corner at home.
I took a few pictures while I was in her prized room- a sewing room fit for the master that she is. I love that she still has her original machine from years ago.
I took a few snapshots of her wall of memories:
My parents on their wedding day.
My grandparents on their wedding day.
My gorgeous grandmama. Still as sharp as ever at the at the young age of 89.
She still up keeps a lovely vegetable garden every summer. I picked a bag full of lettuce to bring home.