More Spring Doings

Yesterday I changed the bedroom to it's spring dress.

I know. I really can't believe it myself, but it's true. My bedroom has two sets of outfits, and I am pretty rigorous in my switching out of them in the fall and the spring.

I may be channeling Martha Stewart just a little.

Window swag, area rug, dust ruffle, quilt, and pillows in shams, all go from russets, browns, and blues, to lilacs, greens and ecrus. I don't know that I have ever really used the word ecru in a sentence. Or russet. Except with potato. And maybe not even then.

I do have more to say about these particular pillow shams. They are recycled from tied quilts that Deeply Missed and Dearest Sisters made for the Daughters one Christmas. Used well and well loved, I untied and ripped out the stitching. I quilted in a cross-hatch pattern and, following and adapting a pattern from the internet, I made the shams. I like that I have re-used them.

Anyway. Best Dog Ever sleeps next to the bed, and Phoebe, the cat, stays safe from the Grand-Pup and the pink medicine and many other scary things under the bed. Both of these things lead to a great amount of pet hair on the dust ruffle. A dust ruffle is a fearsome thing to iron after washing.

No more. This past winter, Wonderful Guy and I bought the wondrous, even magical!, steamer. He was all about clothes! No more ironing! I was thinking knitting and blocking...and dust ruffles and window swags and table clothes...and clothes, too, but I have my priorities.

Yesterday the dust ruffle was de-wrinkled in short order, and our boudoir is ready for the season in it's spring finery.

My mother would probably just choke. Except for the pillow shams.