When I was a child, my mother, who was a control freak and kept our house clean and neat, told me if my room was not up to her standards, she would come and get me out of school and bring me home to finish the job. Being a defiant one, I’ve never made a habit of making my bed as an adult.
Recently there was a viral video on facebook:
Part of his message is simply, the little things mean a lot. Now for me, I don’t have a problem with being productive. I’m a morning person. I can have a bit of tea at 5:30 and often by 6:30, I’m accomplishing something. It’s just never been making my bed.
I’ve lived in this apartment for over 2 years. I’ve had this quilt for over 30 years. I had it made for me and it’s hand quilted and hand appliqued. Long story short, it’s been stored since I moved her. Making my bed for a few days, was the impetus to go and get new hardware and hang the quilt.
The framed piece of lace to the right of the bed is bobbin lace made by a nun here is North Dakota. It’s not hung yet. Maybe that’s my next project. Here’s a link to a story about Sr. Rosalia Haberl .