In the spirit of having a new mattress (for those of you who don’t know, my waterbed decided to explode) I decided I really should get new sheets and a comforter to go with the mattress. I decided this a couple of days ago as I was laying in bed and realized the stuff I had on there now was a product of me realizing I had a bed I needed to put sheets on, and quickly bought the cheapest thing I could find. Formerly  my linens consisted of king size satin sheets (on a queen bed) and a full size comforter. The sheets, while very velvety were wearing thin and that type of material has no real lasting power, and for obvious reasons the comforter didn’t fit.

So as a replacement I bought some 400 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, a very nice red damask comforter, and two over sized pillows to replace the ones going into the shams. That’s right, I said shams. The only thing I didn’t get was a bed skirt, and it’s because I couldn’t find one. Consequently, I promise I am straight.

I’m really not sure what happens to a person as they get older. I’m not saying I’ve transitioned into “old age” but I think a few years ago I wouldn’t have cared what my sheets look like, or the fact that I needed pillows to go behind my other pillows to make the set look right. I am not sure if it is capitalism setting in and me realizing I want nice stuff, or if I just want stuff to look nice. I think it was the latter, because once the bed was made I was pretty proud of myself. Maybe I’m trying to make a home for myself now, perhaps it’s time for that to happen.

On the other hand, personal growth can be very taxing, maybe I should sit and stew on this for a while. 😛

Synaptic Thought