Leimamo’s Life

Hubby has cleaned out our garage. We still have a few boxes in there but the bulk of the trash stuff has either been put away or stacked in the donation section. The only things he absolutely will not touch are my linens and my choke boxes of tupperware. Since I had started the day early, I told him it would be a good day for me to sort through the linen so we could get rid of even more boxes.

Throughout our married life, we’ve slowly and steadily upgraded our bed. Not so much in expense as in space. We started off with a double, then we needed a queen and finally in the last several years we’ve graduated to the California King. What does this have to do with anything? Well, the sheets that I have acculumated over the years, that’s what. My hubby’s a packrat, seriously. If it were up to me, all the sheets that don’t fit our bed would be donated. But he has a point when he suggested we keep them for emergencies like if we decide to go camping. The sheets will fit our air mattresses. Believe it or not, I have the first sheet set that we bought for our eldest son when he was only a year old. That thing is almost 28 years old and it’s a complete set. How sick is that? Ok, that was more my fault that we have it because it has sentimental value to me.

So I put away all of the extra sheets and towels. Then I came across a bag that held blankets that my mom made for all of my children. I still have the patch quilt comforter she sewed for my eldest son and it’s still in great shape. These things will never leave my house. I need hubby to build or buy me a hope chest where I can keep all of these keepsakes forever. As I was looking at each item, I thought about how talented my mother is. She didn’t use a pattern, she just cut scrap fabric into strips or squares and used her antique foot pedal sewing machine to put it all together. It doesn’t matter that the colors didn’t always match, she was and still is very resourceful. I don’t care that the blankets don’t look anything like the stuff you buy in stores, these things are priceless to me. I even have a crocheted blanket made with whatever color/size yarn she had around her house. I thought about calling her but by the time I got done putting things away, it was time to start dinner. I need to call her tomorrow for sure, just to say hello and to let her know that I was thinking of her.