Why oh why do I love you so?
I have been collecting these for several years now. Waaayy before anyone here in Montana even knew what they were. Sometimes I thought I was ahead of the curve, but actually, it’s just that we’re so far behind!
Now, I was thinking……. why do I love these? Is it the texture and the time worn feel? Yes, but is much more than that.
I am drawn to it’s humble beginning.
Now my mother, or mum, would not understand my affinity for such a utilitarian object. Being of humble beginnings herself, she loved the ornate and fancy.
But, oddly enough, their qualities remind me of her. She grew up in Dublin, Ireland 1 of 9 children. Very Catholic and very poor (think Angela’s Ashes). And, like the european grainsack , she was very strong and got softer with time.
Growing up with a mother from Ireland has taught me some very rich lessons.
I’ll share one of them today.
Appreciate your bed.
Yes, that’s what I said, appreciate your bed. When my children complained about having to share a room, I would remind them that my mother had to share six in a bed!! 6!!
So while you think about what reminds you of your mother, or how big your bed is ………
I think I’m going to grab a grainsack pillow, snuggle on the couch with a cup of coffee, and remember all the good things about my mum.
Blessings to you all,