Last night, my mother informed me that she and my father were at odds. I could only imagine why. It appears that she purchased a new bedspread, but refused to put it on the bed.
"Why?", I asked. "Are there naked pygmy tribesmen frolicking about? Is it a bright pink that clashes with the carpet?"
"No... silly", my mother replied. "I just don't want to put it on the bed."
Hmm. I knew better than to bite at that one, but I had to do it. "So, where is it?"
"Stored away in the hall closet." (You remember the hall closet don't you? The same area that was the hiding place for 6 bottles of water now is the safeguard for the elusive bedspread.)
Seems strange to have purchased a bedspread without a purpose. Oh... wait... I got it. "Mom... this is going to be one of those things that when you die, I'm supposed to run to the house, leave your dead body at the hospital, wash everything, clean everything and make enough food to entertain all the guests who will arrive... now I'm supposed to add 'pull out the secret bedspread that has never seen the light of day and put it on the bed' to the list, right?"
She gave me "the look" with that last statement.
After a moment of well-deserved silence, she spoke. "Do you want to see it?"
"Will I go blind if I look upon it? It is stored in the 'Holy of Holies’ hall closet. Do I need to approach it with a robe hemmed in bells and a rope tied around my ankle in the event that an unconfessed sin (there are those floating around, you know) strikes me dead?"
The blank stare was priceless.
She became excited. "You stay here... I'll bring it to you."
I could barely contain the emotions that were flowing through my body. I sat perched on the edge of the recliner, striving to control my breathing. Then... it arrived.
My mother unfolded a lovely bedspread... ivory colored, with four HUGE pink roses embossed on tall, slender green stems. It was… in my eyes… hideous. I had to think of a way to dissuade her, and determined that full out honesty of my opinion would not work, but perhaps logic would.
My breathing returned to normal. "Mom", I said, "that is not a king-size bedspread."
"Of course it is. It says so right here on the label." She double-checked to make sure.
"Mom, your arm-span would not allow you to simply hold straight a king size bedspread. It’s not that big."
"Well", she became exasperated. "Let's just go see".
“Wait a minute… are you telling me that you purchased this bedspread, but you haven’t even put it on the bed to see if it fits?”
She ignored me.
I was shocked and amazed that at one fell swoop... the "we're not going to use this" bedspread instantly made its way past the Holy of Holies hall closet, down the green and lighter green hallway passage into the Navy wallpapered, pink carpeted, golden headboarded king-size bedded master bedroom. So proud was my mother as she draped her bed in what is now referred to as the rather FULL SIZE bedspread... leaving much of the bed uncovered.
She was distraught. I saw the wheels spinning in her mind. How would she save this moment? "Well... if we pull the foot of it lower..."
"And you don't intend to cover the pillows at the top of the bed..." I replied.
She was undaunted. "It might be okay if we had a bed skirt."
I agreed. "That would cover the bed springs..."
Realization began to dawn on her. "Hmm... I guess maybe I should send it back."
"Where did you buy this?" I asked.
She was so proud. "The JC Penney catalog. I only paid $34 for it."
"Quite a bargain for a king-size bed spread." I was trying to contain my cynicism.
It didn't work. She saw right through me. "Oh, hush. You think I need to send it back don't you?"
"Mom... it’s your room. You do what you want". (Knowing how well the large pink roses matched the pink roses on the navy wallpaper)
She wasn't giving up yet. "They had pillow shams that matched this. But I just hate having to move pillows before I go to bed."
"Sounds like that would not be a wise investment then." I was trying to end the conversation and return to the relaxation found in my cross-stitch pattern. It worked. I returned to the den and my cross-stitching and just when I thought it was safe, my mother returned a few minutes later.
She was excited. "Come and see what I've done!"
"Do I have to?"
"Yes." The firmness in her voice spoke volumes. I followed the confident stride of a woman proud of a new accomplishment that should not go unnoticed by her family. We passed the Holy of Holies hall closet on my right... my father and dog sitting in the study to the left... to the end of the hall where the master bedroom sits on the right and the guest bedroom (commonly referred to as the "teddy bear room"... if you have to ask why, I'll have to hurt you) sits on the left.
There was a perfectly draped full size bedspread on the full-size bed that it was made for. Stuffed animals and dolls resting against the headboard.
"What do you think?" she asked.
I couldn't help myself. "I think that king-size bedspread fits a full size bed much better. It looks nice, Mom."
As we turned to leave, she said... "If the kids put their feet on that bedspread, I'll whip them."
My simple reply... "You'll want to put a sign on the bed then, Mom."