I recently bought a sheets set for our bed. They were originally pretty expensive, but because they were at a good sales price, I bought them. They felt soft when I felt them in the store, so they seemed like really great sheets. I bring the sheets home, wash them, and put them on the bed.
That night when I lay down I realized my mistake. I did not buy cotton sheets afterall. I had bought FIBERGLASS SHEETS! Seriously. These effing sheets are made of tiny glass particles! I had to change the pillowcase because otherwise I would break out in a festering rash if I continued snuggling up to the new one.
I still have the sheets on the bed oddly enough. Maybe subconsciously I am trying to atone for my sins. Or enter sainthood. Because I'm telling you. These sheets would do it. I will shed enough blood and suffer enough pain sandwiched between these two scraping, tearing shrouds that surely I will earn some type of eternal reward.
About Me
- Collette
- I'm a southern gal born and raised, living in the southeast all of my life. That is, until a year ago when I loaded up my kids, hubby, cat, dog, and a whole lot of stuff and hauled them over 2300 miles to Big Sur, CA. I now live dangling over the Pacific Ocean on the far western edge of the continental United States. Sometimes I feel as if I've fallen through the looking glass like Alice. But, I'll say this - Big Sur makes for an awesome Wonderland!