Collect Beautiful Moments

This morning I changed my sheets.

As I unfolded them to put them on the bed, they smelled like perfume. It took me back to the moment I first purchased perfume wash.

I haven’t used those sheets since last summer, so I was delightfully surprised they still had that smell.

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I haven’t bought Tyler wash in a while.

We started out by using it for sheets and towels only, but then we began using it for all of our clothing as well. It became expensive to use for every wash because the small bottle emptied quickly.

It was no longer special, or a moment.

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I vowed to go to that little hardware store this week, and buy some perfumed wash. Our sheets will smell like mine do today. This time it will remain only for sheets because overuse steals the moment.

Tell me how you collect beautiful moments?

That’s True Love

My daughter will be gone most of the day. She makes a Chemex, because she has it down to a science, whereas I do not. I sit in the den anticipating that magical cup of brew.

This morning she did something so special. She has this coffee cup she knows I love. It’s just the right size, and I use it when she’s not here.  When she is here, she usually uses the cup, but not this morning.

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Blue bottle coffee cup.

She sat the cup on my side of the table.

This was a special moment to receive this cup from her. It was a small gesture, and maybe to some go unnoticed.

The smallest of things create magical moments.

While she is out and about adulting, I began thinking what I could do for her. We have this inside joke now that she is almost 20 years old. I tell her she doesn’t need me nearly as much as she thinks she does, but there is this one thing she loves for me to do. Wash her sheets in perfume wash.

She’s jokingly asked if I will come and change her sheets the rest of my life. Well darling, maybe not every week, but when time allows, I will do that. It was 32 degrees this morning, so her favorite flannel sheets are being washed in perfume for her bed.

For me, it was getting to use her cup in her presence, but for her it will be these sheets.

That’s true love.

Rumpled Up Blanket

I am calling it a day with a cup of tea.

The house is clean, all but the floors, but I will take care of those in the morning. That is when you can see all the dust bunnies.

It was fun caring for the house today. Putting things back in place that we had left undone for a while. I didn’t rearrange one stick of furniture, but I feel my daughter will be blown away when she walks in.

I stripped her bed, and realized, she would want those same sheets. They are her favorite, even though they are plain white. They are one of her favorite brands, and they feel good, so in the washer they went. It wasn’t so much about the sheets, as it was the blanket.

As I wrote in Rule Breaker, about the candles, this blanket was also at Target.

My daughter ran down the clearance aisle to see if there were any treasures to be found. She gasped, and grabbed this one, lonely blanket laying on the end cap. I knew it was trouble by the way she scooped it up in her arms, and wrapped it around her like a cocoon. Her face was pure Bliss.

The blanket was made by another one of her favorite brands. The same designer who made her simplistic style bedroom furniture, made this blanket. She squealed that it was 75% off! This blanket gives you the feeling of sleeping in your favorite sweater.

She loved it for so many reasons, but I noticed it was ginormous. My daughter has this thing about her blankets not touching the floor when the bed is made. It’s a valid fear. Out here, we have scorpions, and she doesn’t want to hand them a ladder. This blanket hangs to the floor. I have never put clean sheets on a bed, and made it up to look like this before.

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By looking at it, you wouldn’t guess it has clean sheets!

Oh, I tried to fold the blanket in half, and make it suit my expectations, but it didn’t look right. I tried a couple of more ideas, but then had the pleasure of pulling it off the floor and leaving it rumpled. This is how she left it, so this is how she wants it.

I couldn’t bring myself to place my expectations of what a clean bed should look like on hers. If she’s happy, then I’m happy. Even with with this rumpled up blanket.