sorry for your loss
Where?! I don’t see it, it’s just a single picture…
very much reminds me of my moms oldest sisters house when i was 7 yrs old
Where did you find a picture of my grandparents house?
Smells like Bengay
Smells like 1975
Where’s the ashtrays?
Also, this room looks like boredom. It’s all the nice furniture at a parent’s friend’s house that I would have to sit on as a kid while they chatted and I had nothing to do.
And those drapes, lamp shade, and walls used to be white.
This style may look gross to us know, but it sure was comfortable, and it felt very homey.
Reminds me of a long time ago, went to my aunts reeks of nicotine shes smoked for 60 years, havent been there in a long time. The carpet is a dark brown from the cigs and crunchy like snow from all the tar. Dont miss it a bit
Those curtains aren’t beige naturally. They started out snow white, but 17 years of 2 people smoking 3 packs a day with all the doors and windows tightly shut will do that.
I’m renovating a house that was previously occupied by smokers. I knew going in that the “beige” paint was not a color that anyone had originally selected for the interior, but I was very surprised one morning to find that the new coat of paint I had applied the day before (and which seemed fine at the time) had flowed down off the tops of the walls overnight, creating long rivulets of paint running down to the floorboards. I had to remove the nicotine layer with mineral spirits to get the paint to stick. Somehow, there’s no cigarette smell in the house, which is a happy miracle.
Had the same thing happened to me. Bought a house that the previous owners were chain smokers. Spent all day getting the kitchen painted a nice brick red. Left to go get supper. Came back to the same beige walls from before painting. All of the paint had slipped down and off the walls. Great mess to clean up and start all over.
For bonus points, the previous tenant in my house was apparently also running a 3D printer business of some sort, so there’s a fine black powder in all sorts of unimaginably impossible-to-reach places. And he did his own electrical work, making it a miracle that the house never caught fire.
IF they also had a hobby of reloading bullets, that fine black powder might be easy to clean up with just one match… of course, it will just make a bigger mess to clean up.
It’s weird to me that people wouldn’t clean their curtains on a regular basis and replace them as needed.
Curtains are stupid expensive, I have a big window with curtains that are in dire need of replacing but I’m looking at several thousand dollars for just that one window.
I guess it depends on how fancy you are. I get most of mine at the thrift store, and for rooms that I want something specific, I just buy them online. My office window is pretty big, and it required 4 panels at $45 each, so that’s only $180.
My parents decided to do just that with the old curtains, they just disappeared in the washing machine, leaving just a bunch of strings.
and replace as needed
Like cigarettes and potpourri. Maybe also stale perfume.
Shift the furniture, add a Christmas tree, all your relatives sitting around talking and laughing, drinking eggnog and eating sugar cookies.
I want to come home to this place. This time. I recognize no era was perfect but this kind of place was so much more than the sum of its parts. A home that was comforting in its existence, unlike the bland gray/brown/beige rectangles that comprise every business and apartment now. Thick carpet that hid untold amounts of pet hair and cigarette ash. Wallpaper that, while gaudy, was so durable it could remove the Sheetrock under it if you were careless. A TV that, while shit, was a family gathering after dinner.
But others may have a different experience and I wouldn’t fault them.
I agree, these places felt like home. Modern designs look very nice in pictures, and feel fancy, but they don’t feel like home.
Something weirdly comforting about this pic
“Chillin at grandmas house at the age of 5 eating the best cookies you will ever get.” vibe
While you get slowly addicted to nicotine because she’s chain smoking right next to you, and you love it.
How long ago did you quit?
Luckily I don’t have that memory.
You really missed out on the last loving era of carefree childhoods, social gatherings, analog entertainment, and all around fun. Don’t forget the privacy. Unlimited privacy.
I miss running around the neighborhood until sunset, sometimes being chased by roving packs of dogs. Shoplifting was also a lot easier in the '70s.
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