Nearly two years ago when Mr. W and I were creating our wedding registry, we took stock of the sheet supply in his closet and decided to forgo adding any new sets to our wish list. As you can see in the picture above, it appears that there are at least a half dozen luxurious sets in Mr. W's arsenal.
Wrong.
There are about a dozen halvsie randomly matched sets. Or at least that's how it feels every freaking time I have to change the sheets.
I once read that white sheets are supposed to create the greatest state of mental comfort. I can't remember why now...maybe because they conjure up ideas of the Bee Gees in their white suits. Love those boys. Anyway, I tend to gravitate toward the lighter sets. However, I also enjoy the blue set (which is comprised of one set for the bed and yet another for the pillows...) because it sort of matches our bedroom.
Well, today when I changed the sheets for Mr. W's homecoming from a weekend visiting friends in Vancouver, I got none of the sheetery I enjoy. Somehow between the mismatches on the guest bed and whatever is in Mr. W's laundry hamper, the only (almost) complete set was this:
Upon first glance they look fine, right? Oh no...THEY'RE PEACH.
Yup, I'm pretty certain Sonny Crocket had the exact same set on Miami Vice in 1986.
Why Mr. W ever purchased these, I don't know. I'm sure the words "Sale" and "Egyptian cotton" or the like were involved.
I'm just glad I'll be turning the lights off after I climb under these puppies so I don't have to look at them tonight.
