My Quilt

I think I have mentioned in the past how much I enjoy my quilt, it is a great comfort to me. I had always wanted a quilt for my bed but I did not have one until I found this one on the ground at a neighbors rummage sale and bought it for a dollar. To me it appears handmade and the worn spots and stains that came with it (or I added) just speak of time and love. I sometimes wonder at who made it and its history but I will probably never know.

Today when I was contemplating that it was evening again and I had yet to fill my photo assignment I looked over and saw beautiful window light pouring onto my quilt. Unfortunately I was interrupted and did not get back right away.

For several years I fought against the discipline of making my bed every morning. I thought it a pointless exercise and would argue the well-used point of messing it up every night anyway. Then I did it because I had to. But sometimes I would forget. You see, I am not much of a morning person and it is a struggle to get out of bed each morning and be kind to those around me! *I am working on that for sure!* Then I realized through some things I was reading that I should not move away from the bed at all in the morning until it was made. I set out to make this a habit and succeeded well. Every morning when my feet hit the floor I immediately turn around and straighten my sheets and pull my quilt over them to make up my beautiful bed. This habit is now very well ingrained and I am so glad I worked to make it so.
The bed is like an anchor in my room. It can help to make it look clean...or not. In fact, if my room were a disaster area...rarely, these days...the first thing I would do to try and rectify it would be to make my bed. It makes all the difference in the world. Now, after years of laughing at my mother for her obsession in making her bed, I find that I am just like her!

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