Jan. 21st, 2009

Try not to judge me, but until yesterday night, I hadn't had sheets on my bed. I had a feather bed on top of the mattress, which I'd covered with an extra comforter, so I was sleeping on top of those and not, you know, on a bare mattress. Still, it was fairly ghetto. Yesterday, I washed four loads of laundry -- clothes, sheets, towels, the works -- & the result was this beautifully made bed. Is there anything more rewarding that crawling into a freshly made bed... especially when you've been sleeping on the equivalent of a prison mattress since Christmas?