The other day I finished re-doing the bedroom. I love to change out the bedding for the different seasons, all of my accessories go with what I have and I also have items that I pack away and bring out for a new look. I am happy with the way the room looks for the winter months.
The blanket folded at the foot of the bed was made by my grandmother and she had help making it by my mother! My mother had told me she was about 8 years old when she helped my grandmother with the carding and the spinning of the wool. She said then my grandmother wove the blanket. There were two large bands of dark blue color an two narrow ones at the end of the blanket, they have faded now to a soft gray color. I remember asking my mother about the blanket when I was in my late teens and she told me the story, after I was married I snatched the blanket and kept it packed away for safe keeping. I decided that since it has been around for so long without any damage I would use it on the bed. My mom passed away at the age of 96, it will be 9 years on June 15th. The blanket is about 97 years old! When I write this post it makes me remember so many, many fond memories of my mother. . .I would rather have her than the blanket, but since that cannot be when I make the bed in the morning I pause as I fold the blanket and think about her as a little girl helping her mother. I try to picture her as a little girl and think about the stories she told me about her childhood. The blanket keeps me warm, but the memory of her warms my heart!
Wishing everyone a warm and beautiful day!