Scratchy or warm?
I remember that was my choice when I was a little kid in dealing with my bedding.
My parents had these old blankets that were off-white with colored stripes, which reflecting, I would swear were probably removed from the backs of horses and brought into the house and thrown on our beds.
They were woolen, itchy and sometimes smelly–though I’m sure that odor was attributed to them due to my dissatisfaction.
But since I grew up in a frigid environment (which certainly has a double meaning) I would eschew my horse blanket for half the night, and then, due to shivers and quakes, grab it and tolerate its coarse texture to eliminate freezing.
This, of course, makes the emphasis on “bedding” which we see in today’s society ever-so-much more humorous to my experience.
Unbelievable as it may seem, I have even sat in patience around a table, listening to a lengthy conversation of people discussing the “thread count” of their sheets. Ignorantly innocent, in one of these initial pow-wows I even asked what they meant by thread count.
Thirty minutes later–dazed, bewildered and sleepy–the explanation finally mercifully ceased.
I wonder what the thread count was in my horsey bed-throw? I’m sure no one in my family would have known nor cared.
The attitude in my household on the issue of bedding was similar to the approach to every matter of personal comfort:
“Shut up and be glad you have it.”
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