Things I Love | My Grandmother

Hi friends. Those of you who have been around these parts lately already know that my grandmother passed away two weeks ago. As I mentioned before, she had not been well for some time, and my family is glad that she is no longer suffering. Despite that though, she is of course, sorely missed. I wanted to make a little inspiration board of things that remind me of her. Please excuse that today’s post isn’t particularly wedding related.

Fur Coat: Citified Ring: The Lovely Budoir Frog: Anne van Breeman via Red Bubble Lady In Hat: Kate Bosworth via Cotton Necklaces: This Is Glamorous Ireland: Ask About Ireland Art: Crashing Red Green Dress: from Atonement via Pinterest

These are just a few of the things that my grandmother (whom we called “Mombo” – I’m not entirely sure why, my Grandpa came up with that one) loved. She was always classy and refined, with that Old Hollywood classic style. (In fact my dad and his sister grew up in Hollywood – we were told many stories of Mombo and Granpa brushing elbows with the stars.) I remember dressing up when I was young in her old fur coats – which were probably worth much more than a child should be playing with, but she didn’t mind. She loved glamorous costume jewelery, and was rarely found without any on, even in her last years. She was crazy about frogs… if you knew her at all, you knew this. There were little frog figurines all over her house.:)She loved Ireland, and reading and watching anything to do with the country. (Much of my family is Irish.) She also loved Asian art and culture – the majority of her home decor was Asian-style – I think she originally fell in love with it when she traveled to Japan with my Grandpa. These are things that remind me of her.

My grandmother was smart – she had a quick wit and a sharp tongue. My grandmother was kind – she was thoughtful and generous. My grandmother was one classy lady. She lived a full, colorful life. Her greatest love, I believe, was my grandpa and the rest of our family. We will always miss her and remember her fondly. We love you Mombo.

Kewain Scott - November 18, 2011 - 4:45 am

I am truly sorry for your loss. This round up is a beautiful reminder of her memory.

Kathy - November 18, 2011 - 3:10 pm

Thank you Colleen! That was beautiful. I will share it with Dad.

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seo - January 31, 2012 - 6:49 pm

Wow that was strange. I just wrote an very long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t show up. Grrrr… well I’m not writing all that over again. Regardless, just wanted to say great blog!

Renz - October 15, 2014 - 8:35 am

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