It’s interesting that as you get older different types of gifts make you happy. As a kid, toys were probably all I ever wanted. This year I liked quite a few gifts and none of them were toys.
One gift in particular were flannel bed sheets. Nice warm, cozy flannel sheets. I guess I have to admit I have developed a thing for accessorizing my bed.
It all starts back when I was in high school and thought it would be a good idea to trade in my single bed for a hideaway bed. It was not. I of course didn’t realize this until much later. A hideaway is basically sleeping on a couch. There is no mattress to pull out, no real room to move, and it creases right down the middle where the fold is. I guess age must play a part because as a teen I didn’t notice how uncomfortable it was.
Then I moved away from home and slept on the mattress provided by the dorms, the ones provided in Mexico and Guatemala which let’s be honest, were not much more than a thin piece of foam. And then since I couldn’t afford to move out my furniture across country, the mattresses that came with my apartments. I could feel every single coil and spring in those. Those felt so rotten that when I did move my hideaway/couch across country it felt like sleeping on a cloud. A cloud that went from cumulus to stratus in record time.
Then came the time when I lost my job in Utah and decided to move to Arizona. I received my severance check and went right down to a furniture store and bought a nice, semi-expensive queen sized bed. Ahh, the relief.
But like most things we get, I felt like I had to tweak it and make it even better. First there was the duvet cover that had me sinking into the bed like I was being swaddled in a cocoon. I then acquired a thin mattress protector pad thing that added just the slightest cushion. And then a few months ago I bought another mattress pad (I don’t really know what these are called) that you put underneath the bottom sheet. To top off the whole bed ensemble, I bought a tempurpedic pillow on black Friday that was marked down from $100 (insanely ridiculous) to $25 (still ridiculous for a pillow but compared to $100 it was worth it).
At the fluffiest points my bed comes up to my waist and I have to lift onto my toes to actually get on it. Is it the prettiest bed? Nope. Does it still need a headboard? I guess. Should I put one of those skirt things around the bottom so it covers the mattress? Probably. But I don’t care. No more waking up multiple times during the night b/c my back is sore or because I don’t have enough room to roll over on the other side. Or because my shoulder and arm fell asleep because they were stuck in the crease of that wretched couch.
And now I have flannel sheets to make it extra soft, warm, and perfect. It’s a wonder I’m able to get up at all in the mornings. It may not be as high as in the Princess and the Pea, but man I love my bed. Rather than upward, I may have to start expanding outward. Grand King anyone? Yes please.
*the pic looks a little funny but I was testing out how to directly upload from my phone. Try to do that you preschool pipsqueaks (see post below)