Patterned rugs fill the ranch-style home.
Over the long weekend I took a trip up north to my grandparent’s ranch in Sacramento, one of my favorite places on this planet. Not much has changed in the house since I was a baby so whenever I return everything down to the scents triggers a memory. Days are filled with going on walks, visiting the llamas and horses, trying on my grandmother’s clothes and jewelry, playing Mexican Train (their favorite domino game), telling stories, lounging on the patio and collecting peacock feathers (they roam the property)—bliss. Here’s a few things that will forever be engrained in my memories.
Pampas grass in vases.
A Michael Novarese dress my grandmother wore to my parents wedding in ’69.
Every morning consists of Toddy coffee in the sun room.
Pretty Pink Léron boxes my grandmother has hung onto and re-used.
Lounging in a vintage caftan my grandmother loaned me.
A favorite view—especially when the ducks fly in.
Butch the horse.
Collected initials on a coffee table.
A giant door knob I remember hanging on as a kid.
A feminine sitting room in the master bedroom.
My most favorite sculpture in the house.