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You are in Grammy’s closet in the guest bedroom. This was my dad’s room for a short time and after he left it became Grandy’s room, my great-great grandmother, who Grammy took care of while she was declining with dementia. When I was younger, I daydreamed of how I would decorate it when it would (in my mind, inevitably) become my room.
Neighbors and friends would commission Grammy to make custom shirts for them. She roped family members into modeling self initiated shirts for documentation.
Open the curtain to take a look.