Disorganization: the gift that keeps on giving.

So, now that we're back in the house, we've finally gotten all our dry-cleaning delivered. 'Cause, after the fire, the insurance company had a dry cleaner come in, take away all our stuff that could smell like smoke, and clean in, and hang onto all of it while our house was being worked on and we were living in the hotel.

So we got a HUGE pile of Clothing And Blankets And Sheets And Stuff all neatly hung on hangers, which we now have to figure out where it came from originally. A good chunk of the stuff on hangers doesn't go on hangers, 'cause it goes in the drawers, so this is all a bit of a puzzle.

Anyway, we were getting down to the bottom of the stack, and we saw something in the same pattern as the sheets that were on the bed.

It looked comforter-like, but in the same pattern as our sheets.

In fact, it IS a comforter, in the same pattern as our sheets.

And there's a dust-ruffle, in the same pattern.

We also found pillow shams that match another quilt of ours.

We had no clue that we had these things.

I'm kind of excited, actually. We've got a dust ruffle and comforter that match our sheets! Go us! Who knew?