12/26/2020
I love crisp white bedding. This morning as the sun was coming through the window in the bathroom, I noticed the intricacies of the bed post and the bedspread. This feels like home.
The bedspread was one my mother used in my parents bedroom when I was a child, fifty years ago. My mother painstakingly stored it. When I visited her at Thanksgiving, she reminded me of it. I found it tucked in the closet exactly where she said it would be. Now, it adorns the bed in the guest bedroom at my dads house. The bed, with beautiful fluted pineapple posts, sets the stage for this vintage bed linen.
