For a few months while I was in elementary school, my family lived with my grandparents. A fond memory I have from that time is watching my Grandma Blanch do her hair and makeup each morning. I would sit in her bathroom on a seemingly ordinary bench, my feet still trying to reach the floor, and watch. My grandmother was a woman filled with grace and beauty. She had an absolute air of natural elegance. She gave me my first blow drier, a gift I surely needed with my frizzy mane. When she died I wanted the bench I sat on. I wanted to keep that memory alive, because in a way real way she taught me how to be a lady.
Before I inherited this beautiful bench, my grandmother inherited it from her mother in law. You could say this bench has become a family heirloom. My grandmother can't be in a photograph with little Winnie, but i figured she could be pictured with the bench, a symbol of sorts for my grandmother.