There are nightstands and dressers for a reason. They are meant to contain your clothing, cuffs and jewelry, doo-dads and for when-evers. They are where you leave your "stuff", the things that make up your waking and sleeping moments. My nightstand has a small jar of Vick's, a jug of water, the remote control (yes, I watch tv in bed at night), alarm clock (2- because I am paranoid) loose change and a doily underneath it all. The doily. The most important part of my nightstand. During all the ups and downs of the day, tossing and turning of the night, the doily remains. It keeps the dust off, it adds character and most of all reminds me of Grandma and Aunt Alberta.
Aunt Alberta always said there weren't enough doilies in the world. Whether they were decorated with flowers, spiraling vines, needlework or crochet, they drew you to them. It was important to keep them washed and ironed. After she passed away I was able to keep a few of hers and at the end of the day it is the last thing I see as I turn off the light.
She was right. There still aren't enough doilies in the world today.
