We are almost to the two week mark in the Canadian wilds. What was I up to today? Matching sets of sheets.
Can someone please tell me why I have the bottoms to some sets and the tops to others. One matching pillowcase here, no matching pillowcase there, and no quilt to match any of the shams? WTH?
Thank goodness for my fancy college education. Thank goodness I never went for my masters degree. How could I explain to myself that I am matching sheet sets with my years of sweat and tears of study.
Yes, I was having a worse time finding matching sheets than I ever have with socks.
Well, what is the big deal you may ask. The big deal is that we go through this stupid exercise every year and every year we come up with some big, new, wondrous idea of how to organize this linen disaster so that it never happens again.
Well, it happens again every year.
Every year, I wonder what the sheet fairies do with my icky, leftover sheets.
What the heck do they do with them? Where do they go?
If you’re coming to the Taj this summer, please bring a hostess gift of a set of Shabby Chic Sheets from Target. This kind dries the best in the dryer in this humid environment. Then you know for sure you’ll have a matching set of sheets, just like at a normal hotel.