Every time I change my sheets I think of my friend Kim, who has far more exacting housekeeping standards than I do. (She was slightly horrified to learn that I don't change my sheets every week. Since that conversation I try to do it more often, but... not that often.)
But when I do put in the 10 minutes (minus washing & folding) to change the sheets, that feeling when I first get in between lovely cool crisp sheets is heavenly. One of the nicest feelings around.
I'm back from a trip to the West Coast, having trouble remembering what day it is. (This morning seemed like Friday, this afternoon like Wednesday.) So I'm going to bed with a podcast and belated Christmas knitting (socks for Mom).
An unrelated photo from my December trip to New York:
You are my kind of people.
Posted by: Lynn | January 13, 2010 at 05:41 AM
Do you know that the Tamarack Hollow Farm guy used to be a vegetarian? So funny. How are you? I sent you a holiday card but it got returned to me. Send me your new addy when you can.
Posted by: regina | January 13, 2010 at 05:48 AM
OOo, I know what you mean about the sheets! Even better than that is crisp clean sheets against freshly shaved legs. Weird, I know, but srsly.
Posted by: chris | January 13, 2010 at 05:54 AM
Ok, that sign is hysterical!
I think today needs to be a sheet changing day.
Posted by: Chris | January 13, 2010 at 07:06 AM
That is how I feel about bacon. . . I don't know what would be so wrong with eating it every day.
Posted by: Meike | January 13, 2010 at 04:13 PM
We refer to that as a Gladys bed. Gladys is our cleaner and she changes over our sheets once a fortnight and makes the bed like hotel staff do - nice and tight. Nothing beats the feeling of slipping gently (so as to avoid untucking) into a Gladys bed.
Posted by: JulieK | January 14, 2010 at 08:20 PM
Hey!! where did you spot that? My friend Amanda needs one of those.
Posted by: mardi | January 25, 2010 at 06:39 AM