A few weeks ago, I told the story of how, on the occasion our twenty-third anniversary, my indulgent husband had the great idea to get new sheets.
I’m going to be honest, they are almost a little too cutesy for me, but the sales lady did a great job of convincing me that they were “classic” and “timeless” and even “British country estate chic” (as if that had ever been a style I was interested in?)
You would think that after I’d dropped a fortune on brand new “classic British country estate chic” sheets that, given their price should have come with a title (Lady Sunflower, perhaps?) I would be happy.
Ahhh, but no. Because once I got them home (a flat sheet, a fitted sheet and two pillow cases) and onto my bed, it was obvious that my comfort pillows…that is, the wild array of round and travel pillows I use to actually sleep at night, would look completely out of place.
Fast forward to a trip to Ikea to replace some broken bowls and a brief wander through their bedding section to bemoan the fortune I spent on sheets and how unfinished the bed looked with my ugly round and sausage pillows. Then, I got this idea that maybe I should cover them.
So I bought an Ikea sheet in a silvery gray color and set about putting the finishing touches on her ladyship’s boudoir. The sunflower sheets had come with matching fabric strips as part of the packaging, which I used to add bows to my pillow covers.
Cute, or cute?
So then….why did it take so long to show off my project to you? Oh, because literally the very night I finished my project, my sheets had a run in with a creature and had to be washed. And since we had to change the sheets, my husband seemed to have a rather judgmental opinion on me immediately changing back to our new sheets (as if new sheets wasn’t his idea???)
I let about a week pass by before I silently and without warning changed the sheets and turned my bedroom into Lady Sunflower’s Boudoir. (Fingers crossed, we have narrowly so far avoided an incident with the cat.)