I have a thing about bedding.
Every time I get a new boyfriend, I get new bedding.
It’s an UNCONTROLLABLE urge.
It just seems wrong to sleep with a different man in sheets christened by his predecessor.
Am I right?
No jokes about how much bedding I should have, btw.
It all started 8 years ago.
I had beautiful red floral IKEA bedding which I slept in with my then-boyfriend Jay.
I have pictures I took of him smiling at me from among those red sheets and the images are burned into my brain.
I don’t even need to close my eyes and I can see his face and those sheets.
So it was necessary when we split to gift that bedding to my sister’s spare bedroom.
And thus a habit was born.
New man = new bedding.
Needless to say, I’ve been sleeping in the same bedding for years now and I finally allowed myself the luxury of buying new bedding NOT BECAUSE OF A NEW MAN but because I simply wanted new bedding.
Oh sure, I’m sure a new man will someday snuggle with me under that comforter, but until then this girl is happy sleeping solo in my new bedding!
These are my “SINGLE WOMAN” linens.