Once I had a really pretty guest room.
When mom came to live with us last January,
I had to take everything out of what is now
known as "MOM'S ROOM", box it up and move
it into my fabulous guest room.
That took it straight to unbelievable.
The double bed was mom's at River Point,
the care center where she lived from July through October.
The guest room originally had twin beds in it
with custom bedspreads that coordinated with
the custom window treatments.
The twin beds were out and donated
and mom's double bed moved in.
Thank God for good friends.
Phyllis is not only a good friend,
she can sew like a whirlwind.
When she heard that I didn't want to sell
my bedspreads for a huge loss,
but had no idea what to do about it,
she said she'd make them fit the double bed.
Oh, my gosh! Of course she could do that!
She can sew anything. So she comes to the house
with her sewing machine and rotary cutter and starts
measuring, cutting and sewing.
She had a lot of fabric to work with to make it
fit a double bed. I had no worries.
She seriously is an amazing seamstress.
The new bedspread is the start of putting
my guest room back together.
What you're seeing is the never ending
"favorite artist" wall. It keeps growing and growing
and will soon be ceiling to floor. Love.
Okey dokey, here's the "real" guest room.
This is the room in it's current condition
excluding the bed.
All of my thanks go to my sons and
everything I had to box up and move over.
Such a pretty room.
Wow. I hope he/they found what he/they were looking for.
How nice, someone threw my lovelies into a box
for safe keeping.
Dark corners can be scary.
And, here's the almost complete bed!
The euro pillows are having cases made for them
by Phyllis at her house.
I need new bed and sham pillows and
the bed will be finished.
And a couple of quilts under the spread and
some serious ironing!
Before my mom got really sick, the three of us were gathered
around the dining room table working on one of Phyllis' projects.
I got up for some reason and mom got paper and a pen
from Phyllis and wrote this note.
The note asked Phyllis to make sure that I got
the sewing machine that I wanted for Christmas.
She knew. I think she knew that she wouldn't
be able to take care of that because she'd
be too sick.
There was a window of time that mom went through
where she knew what was going on.
She knew that she was losing it and that it was
only going to get worse.
We had talked about it and I had cried about
it after I listened to her and reassured her that
she was safe.
She was so scared of the future.
It was moments like that one that still break my heart.
I'm so glad, so very happy, to have the note that
she wrote to Phyllis, but it makes me cry out for her
at the same time.
I want my mom. I miss her so much.
If you're counting, then you
realize that this is my
third blog post in one week.
I'm trying to make up for lost time.
I am so sorry that I didn't write between
May of last year, until this month.
I'm going to be better - not a post a day -
If you've read this post and you have time to
leave a comment, I would love that!