Elegant is the word that describes it best, I think. Photographs and stately pieces of wooden furniture that are a tasteful nod to her past life. The vases and calendar and metal boxes on her desk that have been there for as long as I can remember. Classical music always pouring out of the speakers. The paintings she's painted, the rugs my father played on as a little boy, and my favorite snapshot of my grandmother, the epitome of glamour, and my grandfather, whom I never met. The old trunk piled high with her favorite stuffed animals, all of which have a story, the dictionary that gets pulled out when we have Scrabble competitions, and the two thousand year old wooden sculpture we're always extra careful around.
This is my grandmother's house. And every time I go there, I discover something new.
What does your grandmother's house look like?