Before I say what I'm going to say, let me remind you I have OCD.
I have somehow managed to misplace two pillowcases that go with my favorite set of sheets. I have torn apart my room looking for these damn things. My daughter came downstairs to help me. I can't find them. I don't ever take them out of my room. I'm totally mystified, aggravated, and pissed off. Where the hell are my pillowcases? What did I do with them?
How can I lose pillowcases?
Under the fitted sheet on the bed?
Oh boy, don’t be asking Oma T about her fitted sheets.
Or folding of aforementioned thereto. 😆
I can fold a fitted sheet without breaking a sweat. One grandmother was all flats and hated slipcovers (what she called fitted). The other loved them. They both insisted on a tidy linen closet.
That said, I have personally made the pillowcases up in the bed (mostly while trying to work around cats), so figured it was worth a check. 🛏️
Well then I’ll pester you (for the arcane knowledge) instead of Oma T. But the wheels might’ve already been set in motion…😎
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Know those documentaries about obscure cultural traditions being kept alive by a small group of knowledge keepers passing it to a carefully curated new cohort? (cue soaring music, women in whimsical clothing)
Per Cosmic Jr, it's like that. 😂
Kinda like inheriting Granny's old cast iron skillet? 🤣🤣