Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I looked over at my boring ass duvet cover and sighed heavily. Everything is so plain, so blah. A few weeks back, Sara Mitra offered up a pretty scary alternative...a duvet her mom had gotten for her a while back. Big flowers...not kitschy, not cool...really flowery. Yikes.
And granted, I've been feverish for a few days...and yes, maybe that vicodin may have skewed my perception...but last night I asked her for it. I threw it on my bed, and it actually looked...good. I mean really good.
In the immortal words of "The Dude" it really fucking pulled the room together.
Go figure...