Ideal Bite

The first time I bought my own pair of sheets, I was 26 years old. I'd been living away from home for eight years, and probably slept in a different bed each year, between dorm rooms, dodgy collegiate flophouses, and apartments after my foray into the work world. But for whatever reason, sheet-buying was just something that I let my mom do for me. Never once occurred to me that I could buy my own.

Ah, how the mighty have fallen. Now, I love to buy sheets. In fact, I'm sort of a sheet connoisseur, and a trip to the linen aisles of department stores is nearly a religious pilgrimage for me. Thus, I'm quite pleased that there are now organic options popping up in those aisles.

Kitting out a bed in fab linens and fluffy pillows is just one of those strange joys in my life - ranks up there with champagne and face cream and laundry and babies' necks.

-Heather...off to figure out how to childproof my house for my perfect nephew next week...