When I was just a wee girl (so little in fact, that I don't remember),my mom, or was it grandma?, made my sister Terra and I, matching bedspreads. We shared a bedroom and if I think hard enough, I can see in my mind exactly what our little room looked like with our beds brightly covered by our twin bedspreads. I am sure my bed had several stuffed animals and a doll or two lovingly placed on my pillow and a blanket folded at the foot.
The other day, I was looking for a blanket for Nicole's new bed and found my old bedspread folded neatly in a bag at the bottom of our 'blanket box'. I hadn't seen or thought of it for years. I am not sure why I even have it. I know I had many different bed coverings during my growing up years- but I am sure this is the only one that was hand made. Mom must have saved it hoping it would be used on a granddaughter's bed some day.
It's a little late, but I did pull it out and put in on the spare twin bed in my craft room. Just looking across the room at it brings back many memories of mornings trying to get my bedspread to look just right. I don't remember the last bed I made that way- you know the kind that you have to tuck your pillow in? Everyone uses comforters these days. Just pull it up and plop your pillow shams over the top. No more tucking. There's something to be said about tucking. I kind of like it.
This blanket may be more than 30 years old, but it looks brand new. No fading, no tears, no stains. There something to be said about polyester too. That stuff is amazing. Why don't we make kids clothes out of polyester anymore? Too itchy? Not soft enough. Oh brother. This stuff is made to last!
It's funny how something as simple as a bedspread can bring back memories. I'm glad my mom held on to it and gave it to me to keep. And now it lays on top of a bed once again- beckoning someone to come lay and take a rest.
I think I'll take my bedspread up on it's offer. Sweet dreams.