Dried lavender, clean sheets, a quilt, and a confession

The lavender is dry.  It smells pretty good.  I was able to get the buds off the stems easily by rolling it in my hands.  I sewed it into a simple denim sachet that is going to go live in the linen closet so that the sheets this fall and winter will be scented with lavender.  I figure it will get squished and bounced around in there.  As it moves, it will continue to release scent.  That's the hope anyway.

One of my favorite moments of the whole week is sliding into bed on "clean sheet night."  We have well worn, soft cotton sheets in the summer and fuzzy flannel ones in the winter.  I love the feeling of getting into a freshly made bed with a quilt for a little bit of weight.   I love it even more when the sheets have dried on the clothes line.   The sheets smell like fresh air.  It is delicious and wonderful.

I made all of the quilts on our beds.  The one on the line there is one of my favorites.  It is a really simple half square triangle design in blues and browns.  I don't remember the patten name but it is laid out in a sunshine and shadows pattern.   I used a flannel design wall to make the colors range from really light and washed out near the center to dark at the outer edge.  It is a scrap quilt and my notebook says that I used 83 different fabrics.  It is the perfect size for me in the summer and the batting is a fine, thin cotton bat, so it is warm but not hot for cool summer nights.  The Farmer is always hot and does not sleep with a quilt during the summer.

Now for the confession.  I sleep on the side of the bed away from the door.  Sometime before I met the Farmer, I read an article that asserted that women should deliberately choose to sleep on that side of the bed.  Do this at the outset of your relationship.  Don't tell him why.  Someday you may have children with this guy and guaranteed they will come into your bedroom in the middle of the night for something.   The author suggested that the child would go to the side of the bed closest to the door and wake him up, allowing you some more precious minutes of sleep.  I followed her advice.  I never told him.  It has not exactly worked out.  The kid is stubborn and will come around to my side of the bed.  Or, if she doesn't, it's because she really is sick and I wind up getting up to help anyway.  Maybe it has worked once or twice, and for those times I am grateful.

Sweet dreams.