Today’s lesson of the day is about buying sheets. (Yes, impulsively.) So, I have a friend who has, what I consider, the best sheets ever. Granted I haven’t asked them what kind of sheets they are, I haven’t gotten around to it yet, but I’m pretty sure they are these. (I know I’m weird.) Anyway, I went out to The Great Indoors (which is my new store I can no longer step foot in) and purchased a set I thought was going to fit on my bed.
I learned a few things:
- Take measurements of the bed with you before you go. Period.
- Queen and full are not the same like I thought they were in my brain.
- Extra deep means like to the floor, literally. Plus a body, under the fitted sheet. I don’t think that I’ve even seen a bed as big as this fitted sheet.
- Merlot does not look good with my gray and black comforter like I thought it would (I bought gray, I know it doesn’t make any sense, I’m just making a list at this point)
- The pillowcase set actually is a set as in 2 not just 1 (read the package stupid).. Needless to say, I will be going back to the store tomorrow.
- I should not go shopping. Ever.
This of course raises the question, do I need sheets. No.
Oh, but how I do want these 400 count sheets that make me want to sleep all day.
My friend also has a set of these towels that I have decided are wonderful and that I want to wear, but since that would be awkward I decided I should buy my own. I bought 1 with hand towel in gray, thinking it will go well with my shower curtain. We shall see. I’m pretty sure I didn’t jack up the size on that one. I’m just not sure if I should have gotten 2. Still time to decide later. The only thing I was sad about was the fact they don’t make them in bath sheet size.
This brings me to another question, or quandary really, I was married once and interesting. (Actually, it was my own personal hell and I hated it, but didn’t accept the reality yet at the time.) The thing I miss about marriage, is the planning for a style. Now I’m just this weird mismatch of stuff that is from a style that was from a compilation that no longer exists with a person I no longer care at all for. Like the eggplant plates, blue towels, and a deep fryer I never use. I’m actually holding off on developing a style until I actually live in a place for more than 10 years. Of course that goes out the window the second I think, “Ooo! I need sheets!” Then I desperately try to figure out what I have and how I can compose it into something that doesn’t look like a yard sale threw up in my bathroom.
Speaking of acquirements.
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The best thing about friends are those who entertain your whims by taking you to yarn stores you don’t need to go to. Starting from left to right, I went to Mew Mew’s, a very tiny shop in Lafayette. Cozy, carries Malabrigo and has a store tabby, awesome. So, there’s watermelon colored sock yarn (still not what I’m looking for to appease my watermelon phase, but it’s getting warmer), Malabrigo sock (awesome), and Malabrigo worsted (yummy). I also went to Lambspun, which is large, full of knitters/spinners and left me completely overwhelmed. I acquired a little bag of quiviet, a big thing of green, some sockish weight yarn and something with yak in it.
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Quiviet. I don’t know if I’ll ever be brave enough to spin it. It’s only 1/2 an ounce, I’m not even sure it will amount to much of anything. I did have two friends touch it today, both non-knitters, both who said, “You paid how much for yak fur?” and who both said, “Wow…”