In 7th grade, my mom let me redecorate my bedroom. I got to go to Calico Corners, a fabric store in Jacksonville, and pick out the fabric for my “bedspread”, bed skirt, and coordinating shams. A “bedspread” was the only term I ever knew to describe bedding. My whole family had “bedspreads” made with fabric from Calico Corners. I thought everyone had a “bedspread.” It wasn’t until 7th grade when I excitedly told a friend about my project, that I thought twice about my word choice.
“Bedspread? What’s that? Do you mean a comforter?”
“Oh, yeah. A comforter. That’s what I meant.”
Thanks, mama… cue the flashback to third grade when I announced I received a new “pocketbook” for Christmas, and the whole class laughed at me. Good thing I hadn’t added, “with a matching billfold,” or that we all “sat on the settee” to open our presents.
I realized later that my family’s prolonged attachment to words that were popular in the early 1900’s was not because they missed the generational shift in language. It was because those words were a part of them, a part of their identity. They didn’t need to be trendy with their choices because they believed that for some things, quality mattered much more than quantity. One of those things, was a bedspread.
So, in 7th grade, I walked in to Calico Corners with pictures from a Vincent Fourcade decorated bedroom, and picked out my fabric. My mama and Aunt Kay were right. Quality does stand the test of time. I had my bedspread from 7th grade until I got married in 2012, and it still looks brand new. I’ve carried on the tradition and commissioned two throw pillows, for our “settee”of course, from Calico Corners. As Miles Redd says, “Buy the best, and you’ll only cry once.” Don’t be afraid to open up your pocketbook and take out your billfold in order to purchase a few pieces of high quality craftsmanship. The pieces will become a part of you, and your family, for years to come.
[nota bena: I am a teacher who frequents Forever 21, and I just purchased vinyl gold dots from Etsy to “wallpaper” my bathroom. Affording the “outrageous luxury” Fourcade often spoke of is NOT something I aspire to be able to do. I know it’s the simple things in life which truly matter… and a few of those should be so good, that they last forever. Now, if I can only convince my husband Matt to apply Miles’s mantra when it comes to La Mer , life would be pretty perfect. 🙂 ]