a fitted sheet?
 

If the sheets are not at least 1200 thread count its like sleeping on sandpaper....Terry cloth??? ...Only when camping....

Think about it....You sleep on your sheets every day of your life....
If your sheets aren't something special...They should be.

Brought to you by the National Cotton Council of America.
Cotton. It's what's for dinner. :p

1200 thread count??? Are you CRAZY? Isn't that like really high? I find sheets with a high thread count too hot to sleep under to be honest. I like the ones that're lighter so you can hardly feel they're there, but you know they are just...well, just because.

Go ahead, you can say it. You have to know the sheets are there so the monster under the bed cannot grab your foot.

I like smooth sheets, but I do not like slick, satin ones. I like flannel sheets in the winter, but I have a terrible time turning over in bed with them, they twist my nightshirt all around my body because the fabric drags on the flannel and I don't like it. It wakes me up too much trying to straighten everything out when I roll over.

One thing I like to do when making quilts (quilts for me, at least) is use a sheet for the backing. Then the quilt is like it's own portable bed; sheet, blanket and pretty top all sewed into one.

ahem...yeah, something like that

:eyebrow:

This is exactly the sort of stereotyped image and unfounded rumour about me that really REALLY makes my blood boil! :mad: Why, I ought to come over there while you'rre sleeping and check out that rumour about you having 6 toes...

Who've you been talking to? :eek:

Hooves don't have toes, do they? ;)

She's hoof-hearted, silly. Hoof-hearted and weird-footed. It's seven toes on one foot, actually. And she snores like a fart in a trumpet.

*crawls back under the bed to wait for more feet*

this fucking thread is out of control.

Jealousy is a curse. :)

Nope. That's Hubby. I don't snore. And I don't fart, either. Well, maybe I do, but they don't stink. And I'm NOT gonna fluff the covers to find out for sure.


*I'll wave my seven toes at you tonight, from under the safety of my blankets.