Something new...

So, last night I did something rather out-of-the-ordinary. I ironed my pillowcases and part of my top sheet.

Let me explain. I know that this is impractical and that the only reason I even have time for such frivolity is the fact that I do not have any children. But, I was privy to a conversation between a few ladies the other day during which they discussed, OK RAVED, about sending sheets out to be pressed. Now, I am in no position to send sheets anywhere, but I wondered what it would be like to have a freshly pressed bed.

Since I quite enjoy ironing old linens, I got to work. I ironed the top of the top-sheet, but the body of it was just too much for little ole' me. I need my grandmother's mangle for any success with that project. Anyway, on to the pillowcases. Not too bad. It was a lesson in just how cheaply made some of my linens are, as no amount of pressing could even them out. But the result was rather nice.

In the middle of all of this, my husband came home and asked "Just exactly what are you doing?".

A little while later I carefully dressed the bed and thought that it did seem a bit more special than usual. A discussion ensued about actually being able to sleep in the bed and, jokes aside, we settled in. We agreed that everything felt a little smoother, softer even. I did, however, feel a bit guilty about laying my head down, but that lasted only a few seconds.

So, I concur with the ladies that ironed sheets and pillowcases do feel awfully nice and look even better...until you awake the next morning to a wrinkled mess! And even I don't have the time to iron nightly.