Monday, 9 April 2012
On a seemingly unrelated vein: 5 or 6 years ago I bought a new set of sheets: pillow cases, a fitted bottom sheet and a duvet cover. The set was dark brown on one side, light brown on the other, and on the pillow cases and duvet cover, there was a discreetly embroidered pyrotechnic motif on each side (using the opposing side's colour for the stitching of the exploding fireworks). I want to say the theme was called "Cafe Fireworks" but I don't trust my memory and don't see the now outdated set on the vendor's website. The bottom sheet was without any distracting pattern: all dark brown on one side, light brown on the other. The Man loved those sheets - not for the colour combination or pattern, but rather because the were incredibly soft (a fact that I think has nothing to do with thread count and has much more to do with some mystery treatment because my poor memory reminds me that these weren't the most expensive - ie high thread count - sheets that I have bought).
About a year ago due to a massive tear, the duvet cover from this set of sheets was relegated to serve The Dog's sleeping quarters. Shortly thereafter, a small hole appeared in the fitted sheet. For months I had been meaning to get a replacement. The fear of buying the wrong size kept putting me off.
Upon my return from the Keys, I decided to be proactive and efficient at life things - like buying sheets as needed. I looked for the measuring tape to measure my bed, but when I couldn't find it I remembered that the man had borrowed it; the measuring tape was still with him. Rather than defer the purchase of the needed bottom sheet, I pulled out my senior year ruler and figured that an approximate measuring would serve just fine.
The fitted sheet I walked away with is off-white / cream / beige. It is the 200cm option. It is too big (but can still be used.)
It astounds me that we can manage to standardise arcane technical toolsets (HTML 5, GSM) but we can't get twin, double, queen and king into one worldwide norm.
*The lack of pictures from Key West provides testament to my continued shortcoming of using the fancy phone for artistic / memento purposes.
Posted by Ellie at 00:34