Still warm enough here, but looking very overcast, so it is coming... the cold, not the snow and ice.
Now for today's blog...
This is the story of a man named Frank who showed up in my life 8 years ago... Gee, can you imagine Frank... 8 years! ...
This one is dedicated to you... call it part of your legacy (to me).
This is going to be a rather unusual post today, entirely inspired by Frank.
I am not a picture poster (especially not of my bed ), but today I will post pictures.
Last night I was so pleased when I walked into my room with how nice my own bed looked (I had just got done changing the sheets that day), and I thought of the picture Frank had just posted of his nice neat bed, that I did a Frank thing and took a picture to share. I am just loving my new snowflake blanket.
The first picture was taken without my comforter because it has been so warm that I decided I was not putting it on the bed...
then it got colder and I decided that I would need the comforter...
Once again pleased with the appearance I took another picture.
Now this morning I have made my bed in full the way I like it to look, but it is not very often so... so I took another picture.
Now let me explain...
Reading Frank's posts about how his wife likes the bed to be made has often caused me to wonder why I have, never since childhood, decorated my bed with stuffed animals or dolls.
Well my daughter recently decided to go through all the stuffed animals of hers, that have been stored with me for so long, and decide what ones would finally go home with her to her own, now purchased, home...
which ones I would continue to store (I have my great grandmothers old steamer trunk that came over with her from Germany that I have stored treasures in, presumably someday for my own grandchildren)... I should post a picture of it one day... it is a wonderful trunk.
and which would be given away to hospitals and fire dept.'s to be given to children in times of trauma.
There were 3 bears that I decided I would launder before deciding what fate they were fit for... I can't stand the thought, and the way, people throw so many things, so wantonly, into land fills... in this country we are far too frivolous and wasteful...
anyway back to my story...
While these 3 bears wait for their 'bath' I had plopped them down on top of the pillow encased in the sham that is meant for my bed in times when I make it look nice... I liked the way the 3 of them looked together like a little family... then I thought of Frank and his wife again and decided that these 3 bears would adorn my bed while they await their fate.
End of story... see what influence you have had on my life Frank. I see these now and they make me smile.
May you be blessed by my story and have a blessed and smiling day.
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