My grandmother on my mother's side was a softspoken, graceful woman. The family were farmers, and she lived trough two wars. I knew her as a sweet, beautiful old lady, always immaculately put together: She wore lavender, mauve, marine blue and cranberry red, cool shades complementing her dark hair and pale skin. She was always in skirts, cardigans and dresses with one or two pieces of dainty gold jewellery - tasteful, delicate and always beautiful.
My grandmother on my father's side is almost two decades younger than my nana, and the two couldn't be more different from each other. My granny is a city girl born and bred, and I've been told there was dancing. Lots of it. Compared to my nana, granny utilizes a whole different colour palette: mainly warm greens, burgundys and browns. She carries large brocade handbags and has gifted me quite a few mysterious, ornate stone pendants from her extensive jewellery collection.
As I'm sewing the mother-of-pearl buttons onto my cream coloured cardigan, I know my nana would approve - it's exactly her delicate, feminine style. And the greenish bag with antique brass hardware? Right up my granny's alley. My normally so bohemian style of clothing is gaining a distinct vintage touch as the days get darker, and who better to inspire me than the women who raised my parents?
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