The blue room

At my Grandparents, there was an odd little room, above the cellar, connected to the patio that served as our playhouse.
At various times Daddy used it as a reloading room. Later, Grandma used it as a storeroom.
In all phases of use, there were drawers of built in cabinets which held old copies of Look and Life magazines. Old formals hung in the closets. There were random items on the cornice shelf over the windows. There were floral curtains over the windows. The walls were painted Grandma Blue. There was a day bed where the occasional nap could be enjoyed under a quilt.
It was the perfect place to spend a rainy afternoon. So long as we did not disturb the trunk and crates used for storage, we could play to our hearts' content. And we did. For hours and hours. Day after day. I wish I could go back there today.