Here I am awake on a Saturday and I don’t want to be but I have to walk the dog. A. had business in the city so he couldn’t do it. Not that I’ve been to bed in a proper way, yet. I spent the night on the sofa by mistake,woke up and decided to watch the last 6 episodes of Californication that I missed.
I really meant to get to bed because we just bought a new down comforter (which replaces the pathetic little square of fabric we’d been huddling under for the last 6 months) and I wanted to luxuriate in it’s massive, king sized fluffiness…oh well tonight is another night.
Seriously this thing is really cool. I spent a bleak few hours in Target trying to find a duvet cover for it because of course we got the dry clean only kind and can’t afford to get it nasty or we will go broke on the dry cleaning bills. I don’t know what Target thinks it’s doing but it’s killing me. I swear there isn’t a worse stocked or staffed store in Brooklyn.It’s been here for ages now and you’d think it would realize it needs to re stock merchandise more than once a week because nothing is ever in stock. I had a choice of 3 duvet covers. 3. Paltry. 100 bucks for a color you don’t really want but have to settle for because there’s nothing else and we have a dog who thinks the new comforter is a great place to lick his areas on.
The sad and funny thing is that I had bought a full/queen sized machine washable and dryable comforter and a beautiful cover for 259.00 but A. thought it was too small and too expensive so I returned it. Truth is I bought the full/queen because I found this gorgeous cover marked down from 340 to 95 and couldn’t pass it up. So here we spent about 200 and yeah the thing is big. So big in fact that it kind of takes over the room. I know I’ll be grateful for its hugeness once it gets really cold out…I just wish I hadn’t settled on chocolate brown for the cover. I panicked! Green? Tan? Brown? Oh the choices! Thank you evil Target. The bright side is that the dog can lick himself all he wants on it and the dark color will hide his enthusiasms.
I have to go walk the dog.