Chaos

There has been a big change in the Cud household. First, The Girl's mother, who told her she was never going to be able to get any of her things, apparently decided she wanted to do something with her room. So last month every week our neighbor (my husband and I were invited not to come) took The Girl to her old house and brought home pickup after pickup full of clothes, mementos, CDs, furniture, and whatever trash (empty cigarette packs, soda bottles, things like that) was sitting around her room. Some of the stuff was pretty neat, like a chair shaped like a giant high heel shoe covered in velvet leopard print, and a roll-top desk. Some of it is pretty useless, like the broken stereo. But I guess it was the thought that counts.

Then the mother of a friend of ours was moving and selling all her furniture, and we bought just about everything. So now I have a new kitchen table and chair, new couch and coffee table, and a new bedroom set. We had a waterbed, but decided to move the bedroom around and bought a regular mattress instead of refilling the waterbed mattress. So now I have a bed just like the astronauts. I even have a real nice little wooden rocking chair, but somehow my husband has taken the rocking chair over. Not fair.

While we were moving everything around I came across a box of quilt matterial my mother gave me from my grandmother's estate, so now I have a bad case of Quilt-itis. I was looking through a fancy quilt book that was in the box and saw a really morbid quilt that I can't imagine anybody making. It was a regular quilt, but the center was a 'cemetary', an empty square with a little path leading up to it. Along the edge of the quilt there were little cloth coffins with people's names sewed on them. I think they were all related. Whenever somebody in the family died, you unstitched their coffin and put it in the cemetary. I can't imagine sleeping under a quilt like that. Talk about nightmares.