Blue Kitchen Memories

They say that memories are black and white but for me they’re blue and white. This kitchen was painted from memory of my maternal grandmother’s kitchen that I would visit growing up. The classic checked tile floors, an opening between the kitchen and the formal dining room to make table setting and clean up easier, their teapot that bought in Europe while my grandfathered toured as an organist. Even a small painting that now sits in my own kitchen is displayed just left of the basket of lemons. While the design is dated, the feeling of home is always there whenever I think of this kitchen and home. But most of all when I think of my grandparents who made it into a home.