There is something to be said about how we perform in bed. But there is also something to be said about the linens we perform in. I have been really reevaluating my linens. I look at what I have and know that most of them came in a bag — you know, Bed in a Bag. They are disguised as comfortable but have since lost their appeal. They bead and are faded. And aside from some super earthy, hippie-type bed covers from Urban Outfitters, most of the comforters and sheets I have are el-cheapo to the extreme. It made me wonder: Does this reflect who I chose to bed and date?
I don’t mean cheap in the monetary or even sleazy sense although I could call sleaze on a number of “winners” I’ve had the displeasure “getting to know” in that less than saintly sense. What I mean is being shorted. The reluctant acceptance of settling. Ignoring how worn out they are and in need of repair. That kind of thing. Not only that, they are kind of filled with all that old karma that I just want to burn them and start over. That would be a great idea if I had enough pocket change to replace all of them. I like options…hum, does that say something about me as well??
They all hold stories and stories of “love,” gosh-awful mistakes and just plain “what the hell were you thinking?!” At times, when I cover my head at night with them, it’s like there are a million people in my bed. Don’t get me started on the mattress. The linens, though…those things see everything while the mattress wonders what is going on but has a real good idea.
I’m big on the karma jazz. I wish that I wasn’t because replacing those damn sheets will be expensive. I am taking up an “I Want to Burn My Sheets” fund. Any takers?
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Now that I’m “older” I’ve placed much more importance on things like bed linens. When I moved into my new place I made it a point to get the nicest linens that would fit within my budget. Nothing says “love” like some high thread count sheets! You deserve it! And as a secret, I buy mine at places like Home Goods or TJ Maxx in order to get a good deal.
I got me a bare mattress and I just throw my dirty cloths in a hefty bag and use it for my pillow.
Do some time in the hole and you learn to appreciate anything with some foam in it. Never mind sheets.
Okay, as I lie in bed reading this, I just realized that I’m atop the same pink (bed in a bag from Target) sheets that were “with me” through my last two boyfriends. Uh…me thinks these are going to the incinerator! Maybe new sheets will bring on a new boo?
Ah. Personally, whenever I can afford to, I’m into changing the whole look of what’s around me (however much I can at least). If I can’t, I just move furnitures around. I like to pretend to myself it’s “like a new start”…
But nice comfy bedsheets… That’s a great thing, even if you’re flying solo.
Buy large count Egyptian cotton and you will dive into bed like a queen each night..trust me on this one!
Oooo. Egyptian cotton!! I wish. I think I will take a combo of all these, except Micky. Sorry love but I can’t sleep on my dirty clothes. Man. You need to write a book one day.
Haute, I hear ya. I want to burn all of mine. They hold memories of jackasses long gone. I think I will be giving them away in my next move.
I have personalized my bed as if every night was going to be a hot lovin’ night. Threads above the three hundred count, scarlet red sheets and silky scarlet red comforter with an elaborate design, luxurious goose down and fluffy pillow galore…so yes, I think one’s bed says a lot about you.
I suppose mine reads, Paramour…
I bitched at my last man about how crappy and plain his bed was….