You Know You're Old: Part II

growing up i didn't know squat about sheets. and i didn't give a hoot. we didn't even have a top sheet, just fitted. in fact, it wasn't even until i moved out of my folks house after graduating that i bought a bed-in-a-bag that included things like a bed ruffle, pillow shams, etc.

fast forward 11 years, and the adorable one and i move into together. we invested in fab mattresses thanks to a coworker's suggestion, and they were worth every penny. mom and dad gave us a nice comforter, which weighs like a thousand pounds, seriously. you could survive a nuclear holocaust in that thing, not that you would want to. but i digress. so, we purchased a cute violet/lavender/lilac summer quilt that is divinity. it's light, it's girly, and purpley. i mean, can it get any better? it's doubtful, really.

so we bought sheets to match and they've held up nicely. even better than the jersey sheets we picked up last year at bed, bath & beyond. we're horridly hard on bedding, which may explain why those sheets have gone to the resting spot in the sky. realizing we needed a new set, we headed back to bb&b, and armed with two coupons, bought a 420 thread-count hotel sheet set. and are they luxe, hoo wee!

the funny thing is, for us at least, we're not even at the top of the thread-sheet pyramid, so it's only up from here. what's spooky is when we get stoked about things like mattress covers. luckily, target had them on sale and we snapped up one, a fieldcrest 600-count puffy thing, for $52. score!

can you tell we're old?