Let’s be honest,
ladies. There is nothing … nothing, not
even chocolate … that is better than climbing into clean sheets when you’re
freshly showered (and your legs are freshly shaved). Okay, there is one more thing – when the
freshly laundered sheets are brand spanking new.
I bought new sheets
yesterday. Not only are the sheets new,
they are also in a fabric I’ve never put on my bed before: Jersey knit. I’m usually a crisp, cotton kind of gal. Years ago I added flannel into the mix after
I discovered that no blanket ever made could warm up ice cold cotton sheets
after my furnace kept shutting down for no good reason in the dead of winter.
New England autumns have
finally driven me to find the fabric mid-ground between my summer cotton sheets
and my winter flannel sheets. While
checking out the new department store near my house, my shopping-partner-in-crime
recommends that I try the jersey knit sheets.
I’ve come by them at the store before, but I always walk away. I figure the knit will be too stretchy, too
bulky. This time, though, I relent, take
my friend’s advice.
I used to be an assistant
manager at a fabric store, so for those not in the know, jersey knit is the
stuff t-shirts are made of, but not the cheaply-made thick knit – Jersey knit
is like worn-in, extremely comfy, old-school t-shirts. It’s soft, it’s smooth, and it’s downright
comforting. Comfortable, yes, but comforting. It’s kind of creepy to admit, but I am
feeling the jersey knit much like one would touch-compare the various gradients
of cotton sheets by thread count.
Once I decide on a brand
of jersey knit sheets, I have to pick a color.
I eliminate anything too loud that might give me migraines in addition
to nightmares, and I eliminate anything too tame to fend off boredom. I settle on orange, pin-striped jersey knit
sheets. The grey-striped ones match my
bedroom better, but they don’t make me happy.
I mean it; the orange sheets make me feel kind of happy, even though
they don’t match a damn thing.
The true test wasn’t last
night, even though I slept great. The
true test happens this evening when I pull back the bedspread to reveal the new
make-me-happy sheets. Carefully peeling
back the quilt on top, I discover anew my orange, pin-striped jersey knit
sheets.
They make me smile.
So, I run to the bathroom
and shower (and shave) again. Sure, I tell
myself it’s all a ruse for tomorrow morning so I can get ready faster, but the
truth is much simpler: Recreate day #1 with the sheets all over again for day
#2.
Throw in some chocolate,
and this just might be paradise.
