My Life A Bit South of Normal

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Clean Fleeces

What is so cathartic about clean sheets? My daddy used to call clean sheets "clean fleeces". That was what his Scottish grandmother always called them. I thought that was the coolest thing until I shared it with one of my classmates in school. In third grade some things get lost in translation. This was one of them. It was a long time before I brought up that subject again.

Maybe this is one of the luxuries of staying in fine hotels - the clean towels and sheets, as well as those snazzy tiny shampoo bottles (and the mini-bar - but we won't go there.) Now the big deal is the thread count and the type of cotton used in sheets. And, I will admit, it matters to me. Let's face it, if I'm going to spend a third of my life wrapped in something, I want to be comfortable.

I knew I had truly ruined my children when I found my youngest daughter going through the linen closet throwing things on the floor in disgust. When I asked her what the problem was, she replied (in a not too friendly tone) that there were no clean sheets for her bed with more than a 300 thread count. Now this is spoken from the child who has never done well with math concepts. Perhaps the school should try a linen curriculum.

For the longest time, I thought that folding a fitted sheet was an impossible task. Every time I tried, I got frustrated attempting the seemingly impossible. I seriously considered going and buying a fitted sheet just to be able to bring it home, carefully open it up and photograph each step as I unfolded it to reveal its secrets. I am proud to say, however, I finally learned how to correctly fold a fitted sheet (Full disclosure here: Martha showed me how - It's a good thing)

This is the one Saturday morning chore that gives me great gratification. I know that evening when I crawl into bed, no matter what happened that day, I will have the satisfaction of clean fleeces.

1 comment:

Lynn Fralick said...

I must admit to a probably unhealthy fascination to clean fleeces myself! Now that I am home all the time, I will change our sheets more than once a week. Now, they are not always more than 300 count (God bless Sydney's little heart!), but, as you, the feeling lasts all day that the sheets will be clean and straight when I get into bed!

By the way, thank you for this blog! I really, really, really, (is that enough?) love and enjoy it!