When Bedding Is the Gift

I was a teenager when I married and we were mainly poor. Oh, we were resourceful and inventive and had lots of fun creating a home from thrift stores but we were still mainly poor. I remember a treasured wedding gift: a blanket. It was far more important than the silver asparagus server although you can guess which gift has survived almost four decades.

In those salad days, I appreciated an ongoing gift from an older relative who visited every year. She brought a set of sheets on each visit. The collection was slow-growing but tided me over the years that pretty bedding was far down on the priority list.

For this holiday, I get to give a gift of bedding, except it's really a gift of laundry. We will be houseguests amid a string of houseguests and I told our hostess that I have the efficient plan for that. We shall bring our own bedding and remove it, too. She laughed out loud and said, it's my gift! Yes, it is.

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