Philipians 2:3-4...Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others...
It's spring and yes it's cold but I still feel like doing some spring cleaning.
I decide to tackle the linen cupboard which I've been avoiding for years because I feel insane just looking at it. Martha Stewart would shriek and head for the hills if she saw my linen cupboard - but if I cared what Martha would think, I would be depressed for the rest of my days. In fact, her magazine makes me scream because everything is too perfect. Where are the dust bunnies and the electric cords?? But that's another story.
I start by pulling out all the sheets that don't match other sheets in the cupboard. Next I match up all the sets of sheets. Don't get me wrong...it's not that I have several sets of sheets for our bed. I just have a lot of old sheet sets from other beds and other times. Most of them are just embarrassments but I can't get rid of them because we might have overnight guests who can use them in the dark and not be aghast at the faded floral patterns or stripey designs from the early 70's. (I do have 3 sets of jersey sheets that I got on sale at Superstore and although they are quite comfortable for sleeping, the pillow cases have stretched and shrunk and trying to get them to fit the pillows is like trying to get myself into a pair of too short too tight workout pants.) **and PS I did not buy them because they were highly recommended by Oprah - I don't care what Oprah highly recommends and find it very sad that people actually DO CARE about such things...but that's another story.
Now that I have the sheets all organized, I tackle the crocheted throws from 1968 to 1979. I have several and some I actually made myself out of the famous 70's colours (burnt orange, avocado green, earth brown....hey!!! Those colours are making a comeback under new designer names so I can't get rid of these). I form them into neat rolls and arrange them nicely on a shelf.
Next: 2 wool blankets. One was a wedding gift to my in-laws in 1950 and the blanket was passed on to my husband. This blanket is so thin in spots that you could spit through it. It has also been repaired several times. It was a nice blanket in it's day but is now shabby and sad. The other wool blanket was a wedding gift to us in 1975. It's tourquise blue and would be okay. However, back in '76 I washed it on "wool cycle" and my husband forced me to put it in the dryer (although he denies that now). Needless to say it went from queen size to twin in one afternoon.
Both of these blankets should be used only in an emergency or maybe as picnic blankets.
After rearranging all the other bits and pieces in the cupboard I'm left with a pile of things to get rid of and I decide to ask my husband if he thinks the 2 wool blankets should become picnic blankets. This is where the fight begins.
"My wool blankets!!!" he whimpers. "I've been wondering where they were and I would like them on my bed but you never wanted them. You just buy those acrylic things!!"
I'm a but puzzled because if he was wondering where they were, he just needed to ask and I would have told him. Not wanting to make him mad, I hold up the antique blanket and show him how thin it is.
"I've always loved that blanket but you always get your own way so I can never have it."
What? I always get my own way? (I don't say this out loud because I don't want to start anything). The truth is however, we bought the acrylic "things" together, choosing them very carefully.
I try to deny his accusations and remind him that wool is itchy and these blankets are both shabby....but he just rambles on about how I get my own way...
In a little fit of quiet rage I sneak in and tear the blankets off our bed and replace them with the shabby old wools, determined to make a point. Won't he be surprised tonight...heh-heh-heh!!!
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