The Perils of Pottery Barn

Have you ever seen the movie The Devil Wears Prada?

There's the biting scene where Meryl Streep gives Anne Hathaway a dressing down for inadvertently calling some fashion items "stuff". The gist of the scene is that "Andy" is wearing a sweater which "Miranda" mocks, saying the item was selected "for her" in 2002 based on a convoluted, but sensible, turn of events.

My point? Sigh. Go to any apartment or house of a friend of a certain age, and you will see vastly similar decor. We think we like it independent of each other, or of suggestion. "I've always loved yellow" one says, or "Green is my favorite color." Um hmm. Sure. It's just a coincidence that every OTHER one of our friends also loves yellow. That same shade of Tuscan Yellow, or that Buttercream shade as seen at Restoration Hardware.

NO, I'm original.
Sure.

Page 6. Pottery Barn.

Whats my point? Nothing really. Except that in our subconscious quest for the clean lines and airy look of Pottery Barn, we stumbled into ownership of 3 sets of cream sheets. One cotton, one jersey, one flannel. (Well, so all 3 are technically cotton but you get what I mean.) I had two sets for my full size bed, Doug one set for his queen. They are comingled, and which pillow case belongs with which is cause for a compulsives speculation.

ACT ONE
The role of The Wife is being played by Deb, Doug is featured as the husband.

Scene: Tuesday. Note on Table.
Dear Husband,
(paper lists two items)
Please move cord to basement
Please bring sheets upstairs and leave on (or make) bed.
Love, Wife. (Flowers and hearts and XO on note)

Wife arrives Home exhausted. Husband brought up, folded and put away said laundry, as well as made one of the two said beds. With the cream sheets. Wife thanks Husband. Husband and Wife Sleep.

Scene: Thursday.
Brother and quasi-SIL to arrive at midnight. Wife making guest bed (queen)..late. Tired. Wife removes sheets from linen closet. Fitted sheet....hmmm, fitted sheet at different angle...hmm, hmmm. Confused. Back to closet. New sheet. Fitted, hmmm. New sheet at a different angle. Hmm Hmm. Sheets strewn on floor. Wife back in closet. Rooting, rooting. Cream pillowcase, check, cream second pillowcase check. Sheet? Sheet? Hmm.

Gets Maroon sheets. Calls to Husband.
"Can you believe this. I'm on my third set of sheets. None of them fit"
Husband: Try the maroon.
Wife: I'm getting them now.

Fitted sheet, stretch, oomph, shove, push, plump pillows, oversheet. coverlet - WHEW! Finished. Now bend, bend, fold strewn. 15 minutes total elapsed timed. TIRED.

Wife walking into babies room. "I just can't figure out where the other sheets went.
Husband: "I think I may have used them on this bed."
Wife reaches over to look under coverlet. The fitted sheet drapes gently down to the floor.

"Oh"

So the simple fact, all these words later is that I blame Pottery Barn for being tired.

I also spent $60...on new brown bamboo sheets.