They don’t make ’em like they used to

Interesting conversations today about bed linens, duvet covers, blankets, and cushions.
MSM has been sorting out her cupboards and has found several things in the bedding line that she has offered to us.
One is a single satin burgundy duvet cover with beautiful gold embroidery, and another is a pink and light grey double duvet cover with four matching pillowcases.
These days, duvet sets only come with two pillow cases, so to have four is terrific.
She apologised for their age, but to us they look practically new because of the quality.

When Hubby and I got married in 1991, his parents gave us a set of bed sheets and four pillowcases. For our first anniversary, they gave us another set in a different colour, again with four pillowcases. Those sheets lasted over twenty years, and it wasn’t until we sold the cottage that we got rid of them as they were threadbare.
We have purchased a double sheet since, and after just three years it has faded and become patchy and worn. Nothing these days seems made to last.

MSM then showed us a blanket given to her parents when they married in 1940. It is amazing in that it looks brand new, is thick and warm, and a reminder of similar blankets we had on our beds as children in the 1960s. Blankets this days are no more than throwovers,  fleecy but with little warmth, mass-produced and at less than a tenner each,  inexpensive.
I still have two of the three I crocheted in the cottage. The third (and smallest being for a single bed) I gave to my Mum a few years ago to wrap around her legs when she sat in her chair by the patio doors to watch the birds and squirrels.

Apparently when MSM first bought her sewing machine, she made a cushion cover immediately to test it out. She still has it, but hasn’t used the machine much since.
My cushion covers from the boat are black and inexpensive but priceless to me. They have been washed and pressed, then stored away safely as we mounted my Mum’s tapestries on them because we had nowhere to hang them when they were in their frames.
It’s little personal things like this that make a house into a home. I hope we find something soon.

 

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth for jelly babies or fruit pastilles. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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5 Responses to They don’t make ’em like they used to

  1. foguth says:

    Love the way you used those tapestries…. IMHO, fabric isn’t as good now as it was years ago. Don’t know if it is due to the synthetic fibers or what, but as a kid, I don’t recall fabric pilling, etc.

  2. I have had two bedspreads fall apart while being cleaned in the last few years – if I have to replace these all the time, it doesn’t do me any good that they aren’t expensive!

    • Sometimes it’s worth paying a bit extra in the long run……… a bit like houses! If we gt one for a song and then fork out £30K plus on doing it up, maybe paying a bit more to start with and not having to do any work at all is a better idea!

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