A silly post about…my old sheets…if you can relate, please leave me a comment so I don’t feel as freaky as I do over loving these sheets so much. Thanks.
My Old Sheets
I just spent some time perusing Target online for some new bedding. I do this a lot but never buy a thing. I just can’t find anything I like as much as the sheet set that I bought over 5 years ago…from Target. (of course)
This favorite sheet set of mine was a bed in a bag, floral, with a tropical feel. The colors are muted, with simple lines and they are soft. So soft, and cool. I LOVE these sheets. (that’s Leah on the best damn sheets ever in the photo above)
They have been with me for a long long time. I remember my mom once said to me “You like these sheets, huh?” She new I had a love for my old sheets. She had seen them on our bed for the past 3 years. And while I traded them out, while I washed them, and gave them maybe a week’s break or two, they always made it back on our bed. Always.
And my mother in law, I believe, also knew how much I loved these sheets. Before I had to go to Oahu for preterm labor with Leah and before she came to stay with my husband and son, there had been a tiny tear in the top sheet. When I returned the tear was sewn. Mended with love. I never said a thing but I sure did notice it. (thank you Monique)
These sheets came with a comforter that layed on our bed back in California. We’d be all toasty underneath it during the super cold winters…our house didn’t have a working heater and it was freezing! I remember our dog, Buddy laying on top of the comforter at our feet every night. The comforter later became Buddy’s bed after he had been exiled to the floor once we had Cameron. Yes, we’ve had these sheets longer than we’ve had our almost 5 year old son.
So, I think it’s time for new bedding. Yet why can’t I find anything that can stand up to my aging sheets?
Sheets that I’ve had before I had my children. That have been washed a zillion times. That have had milk spilled on them, milk leaked on them, probably a pee or two from one of my kids soaked through them, and that have a tell tale sign of love, and age, a scar where they’ve been mended?
These sheets bring me back to all the times past. They are so much more that just sheets. They offer me security and warmth, in every way.
So here I lay on my old sheets.
While looking for new sheets.
And now I am feeling guilty that I am looking for my new favorite sheets while with my old sheets….
oh forget it…I’m going to bed…
…in my old sheets.