I had a pillowcase that was my mom's that I stole from her when I was little. I needed to do something with it and decided to make a layout including a piece of the pillowcase. TFL!
My mom grew to hate when people played in her hair all because I couldn't keep my hands out of it when I was a little girl. The softness...the smell drew me like a moth to a flame. I took her pillowcase from her and would just sink my face into it and drink in the blissful smell of my mother. Always remember that smell. The smell of love.