Growing up around goldenrod

If a color can be considered comforting, that's goldenrod for me. It was a pretty big player in color palettes of the 1970s, and therefore, a prominent element in my childhood memories.

At the risk of embarrassing my mother, who said that this would embarrass her, I'm posting my bathroom wallpaper. But only because it's been the family joke for years, how we're just waiting for this to come back in style. You should also know that the rest of my parents' house does not look this way (well, except for the orange bathroom downstairs). The bathroom has been left virtually untouched, like a time capsule from 1975, buried in my parents' house. But honestly, I could not see this bathroom any other way. You've got to hand it to the bold-patterend 1970s. People slathered this stuff across their walls in an unabashed fashion, and the more you could envision Doris Day frolicking through a pattern, the better.

 

Here's another lovely shade of the yellow: my mom's orange chiffon souffle. Quite yummy and light.

 

And I'll leave you with this comforting sight - Oma's dinner rolls, resting on the stove.