As many of you know, I love clothes; some (re: everyone) may say it’s a bit of a problem at times, I love entertaining; tea sandwiches, sangria and a kick ass playlist is a must for every party, I love the arts and culture; museums, live theatre, you name it, I’m there, and of course, I can be a bit of an organizational freak and I take costume parties way too seriously. Some of these things were passions that I knowingly shared with my grandmother, some were things that I shared with her but didn’t know until recently.

 
I will start by saying that this isn’t a typical post for me, it’s a little more wordy, serious and a whole lot more personal than my usual posts. But, it’s something that is important to me and it was really therapeutic to write about it.