The spare room at Grandma's is a snapshot of pure retro style. Infact her whole house is. I slept in this room as a child, snuggled up in an orange chenille bedspread, one of two twin beds. My sister in the other.
Nothing has changed. Everything has it's place and not a speck of dust in sight. There's something so comforting about my grandmothers house. It's constant. Every time I go there I feel as though I never left.