Between the Sheets

If you have been hanging around this old piece of the internet for any length of time, you will be familiar with my love of a good bargain. Like most people, I have an appreciation for the finer things in life. The problem is that my extremely frugal side is always beating up my frivolous side.

Lucky for me, I have the patience of Job and am willing to put off a purchase until I can find an exceptionally good deal. For the most part, the hubby appreciates my fiscally conservative ways, although sometimes I think he wishes I would just buy whatever I want and be done with it.

Case and point... I have been on the lookout for some new sheets for our bed. Our old sets were past their prime and needed to be replaced. Most women would just buy the first set of sheets they saw.

Need I remind you that I am not just any woman? I prefer to take a more I'll-just-keep-my-eyes-peeled-until-the-right-thing-comes-along kind-of approach.

As I wandered up and down the isles of my local TJ Maxx last week, something caught my eye. It was as if a beam of golden sunlight was illuminating one specific item on the shelf. I picked it up to examine the item more closely.

Imagine my delight when I realized that I was holding a set of 700 thread count 100% Pima cotton sheets for a mere $29.99. 700 thread count sheets... for under $30.00... in a color that matched my bedroom perfectly...

A choir of heavenly angels sang Hallelujah as I hugged the sheets to my chest and then placed into the shopping cart. I also found an incredibly soft and cozy blanket to go with it.

I hurried home so that I would have time to get the bedding washed, dryed an onto my bed before nightfall. Never have I been so excited to hit the hay. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that sheets were softer than I even imagined. It was like sleeping on a cloud.

The hubby, who rarely has an opinion about this sorf of thing, seemed unimpressed. When I asked him if he liked the new sheets, his reply was, "They're fine." He then rolled over and went to sleep.

It wasn't until the next morning that I discovered his true feelings about the new bedding. Simply put, he hated it. He actually insisted that I get him an old pillowcase to use the next night.

My hubby is convinced that the sheets are made from polyester. The reason? They are simply too soft and luxurious and therefore must be synthetic. He apparently prefers the soothing feeling of sandpaper against his skin.

I could have gone to WalMart and purchased a set of 150 thread count sheets for under $10.00 and the man would have been thrilled. It's like I'm living with an animal.

For now, the hubby will continue to be tortured by the new sheets. I, on the other hand, will endure his nightly grumblings about the sleeping conditions here at the Ha house. It's a small price to pay for sleeping in such comfort.