I realized this morning that I may be a hoarder. Since we had a lovely Spring snowstorm yesterday,
(I think it looks like about 8" out there! Happy Spring!) I decided I would do some cleaning and organizing and try to avoid looking out side until the snow has melted. I changed the sheets on our bed and then realized what a terrible mess the basket of pillow cases was and decided to iron and sort them. I take out the ones that have developed holes or that need a good soak but I really wanted to get rid of some that I know I don't use. As I ironed I remembered a drawer in my bedroom that had some cases in and dug those out. And it was then that I realized I might be a hoarder. I've been collecting these most of my married life. They were found at yard and estate sales for pennies. Some were horribly stained and so cheap it was worth the effort to try to whiten them up again.
At any rate, it's time to stop collecting. I actually have a dresser in my bedroom that is filled with nothing but vintage linens. Embroidered dish towels, linen towels, and vintage trims. There are also several baskets squirreled on shelves, (there might be more in bins in the basement,cough cough.)
37 years of collecting will sneak up on you and it is clearly time to sell, give away and donate. I need to let go for my own sanity. The cases shown here are just the tip of the iceberg I assure you. A very small tip on a rather large iceberg.
I could just eat her up I love her so. She is 3 months old and it has possibly been the happiest 3 months of my dog gone life. We all love her to the moon and back, and her Aunt Lauren is flying in next weekend from PA just to hold her for the weekend. Those cheeks...like butter.