That's So Dawn: Episode One

You may remember reading Episode Two several months ago after I injured my toe. 

Why did she start with Episode Two and is just now getting to Episode One, you rightly wonder?  Well, because that is Just. So. Dawn. 

This episode has been in the queue, also known as the recesses of my mind, for almost a year now.  It all started in 2010 when Michael and I headed for Atlanta to shop for a new mattress during the big 4th of July sale and got lost in downtown for several hours!   

Getting lost in Atlanta...also so Dawn.  But not the point of this post either, so let's move along, shall we?

We finally made our way out of downtown that day and to the store where we bought a great mattress at a great price!  Two weeks later, the store delivered it. 

Now, I have some kind of a hang-up regarding home deliveries (and repairs).  I don't like strangers coming into my house and messing with my stuff.  Maybe it's because I'm an only child.  Maybe a delivery/repair man scared me in my childhood.  I don't know, but for some odd reason, when they come, I have to leave.

I spent the day running errands and visiting people while Michael waited for the scheduled 8 a.m.-5 p.m. delivery.  Throughout the day, I called and called and called and called Michael, hoping the guys would have finally shown up and gone so I could return home.

When I checked in at 5 p.m., they had just left the store in ATL and would be at our house in an about hour.  Finally, at 7 p.m., Michael called to say the mattress was in place and the delivery guys were gone.  I came home, exhausted from running around town all day, and plopped down on the new, cushy, cloud-like piece of heaven where I remained in a comfort-induced pseudo-coma until Michael pried me from the bed two hours later so it could be made. 

I fumbled through the linen closet until I found a clean set of sheets.  Still in a daze, I stretched out the fitted sheet and tucked it around the corners on my side of the bed.  Then I plodded over to Michael's side and tugged.  It wouldn't reach, so I tugged harder.

Pop...came loose on my side, so I sauntered back over to tuck it back in.

Tug...tug...YANK...POP!

It came loose on Michael's side now.

Back and forth I went, tugging and yanking, until Michael walked in and stopped me.

Um, Dawn dear, this mattress is deeper than the old one.  I think we need new sheets.

I'm glad he's smart like that.  Otherwise, I might still be tugging away at the old ones.

I grabbed my measuring tape...

Okay, you got me!  Actually, I grabbed a piece of notebook paper because I could not find my measuring tape or ruler and carefully measured estimated the depth of the new mattress.  Then I took off for Wal Mart to find sheets that would fit so I could go. to. sleep.

After walking the bedding aisles for what seemed an eternity, I finally found the right depth sheets but could not find the right color.  Because the predominant color in our quilt and curtains is country blue, I wanted white.  I feared any color other than blue would clash and blue would just be too much, well, blue.

I had to get some sheets that night, though, so we could go to sleep.  I kept looking and found a nice pink set that would have coordinated with the quilt.  Alas, they didn't have any in the right size.  I'm not too sure Michael would have been thrilled about sleeping in pink, either.  My other options were black, chocolate brown, red, purple, and gold.  Ugh...none of those would work.

Determined to get to sleep, I did what any rational person would do.  I pulled out all the gold and black sets and stacked them on the floor around me.  Finally, way in the back, there they were. 

One king set in a really lovely shade of blue. 

Blue.

*sigh*

They weren't country blue like my quilt and really were a pretty shade.  I hoped they would compliment the existing blue nicely without making my room look like a piece from Picasso's blue period.  However, at this point, I really didn't care.  They weren't gold or black and would cover the bed so I could get to sleep.  So I bought them.

Now, Michael cannot sleep on anything scratchy and I have a thing about germs, so I threw them in the wash as soon as I was home.  An hour later, the sheets were dry.  It was way past bed time at this point, so I made the bed at record speed and hopped in.  The new mattress was so NICE!  I slept like a queen for three nights...

...until I noticed something. 

This....

Um, hello, Dawn!

Those "lovely BLUE sheets" are SAGE GREEN!!

Seeing how I had washed them and slept on them for 3 nights, it was too late to do a return.  I've had a 1970's two-tone bed for a year now.

*sigh*

I'm planning on buying new curtains soon.  I hope to buy some in a neutral tone, like beige.  Perhaps I'll come home with fuchsia instead.

:) Dawn