My grandma is flying in tomorrow for a month long visit. A cozy bed awaits her, and a houseful of people who can’t wait for her to get here. I either lived with my grandparents or near my grandparents for most of my childhood. Suffice it to say, our visit to Virginia this summer just wasn’t enough time with my grandma. I’ve pared down our Christmas schedule of extraneous busy-ness and filled it up with Grandma Plans. Snuggling, reading, playing games, crocheting and knitting. It’s just the beginning of the list.
There was a grand bed switcharoo a few months ago when the girls moved into a bunk bed. Their double bed moved into the guest room and the extra twin bed moved into Levi and Kiri’s room. Levi is now like the Prince
ss and the Pea, sleeping on multiple mattresses. He’s sleeping on two mattresses and two box springs while we enjoy the last few months of the crib rails keeping Kiri confined. When she graduates to her big girl bed, Levi will have to come down out of the rafters.
The double bed needed all new bedding. The hand me down sheet that the girls had been using had degenerated into a ripped, threadbare, paint spill dotted, silly putty spotted, piece of sadness. I chucked it.
I have been stepping (mostly) boldly out into a brand new world of buying things that I love, when we need them. I am loving, loving it. For the first time since becoming an adult, I love my home. It feels so good. Confession: I take pictures of my house, just for the joy of it.
When we needed sheets and blankets, I didn’t want to go the threadbare hand me down route again. This bed is settled in its space and purpose now. So I did some shopping. Namely, Ikea.
Classic white sheets. A duvet comforter that can be three different levels of warmth, depending on which pieces you use (the layers snap together). Lace edged pillowcases I picked up years ago at Ross. And the Alvine Kvist duvet cover. I’m really, really trying to not go wild with my current love of gray. But a bit of gray with flowers? On white? Can’t resist. It looks cozy for winter and light for summer.
The girls and I made the bed this evening, a little ceremony of expectation. Levi carefully wrote “Ruby” on Grandma’s glass. The “y” gave him a lot of trouble, but he persevered.