As I shook out my sheets this morning to change the bed, I noticed that the bottom sheet was almost threadbare. How had I not seen that before? I love these sheets. They are special - purchased from an exclusive linen store in Toronto- back when I was still married.
That me, from back then, investing too many dollars in expensive sheets, somehow believed that sleeping between such indulgence insured the continuation of my existence. After all, we were buying these for the bed that we shared, that must mean some kind of longevity commitment.
But the reality of that afternoon in the linen store those years ago, was something that I had been determined to ignore. We were not the happy and complicit couple that had once existed as we debated cream vs white and which duvet cover to match, but we were both silently determined to go through the motions. We were pretending to be happy as if our hearts depended on it. And actually, they did.
I wonder what would have happened if we had just given in and called each others' bluffs. Maybe things would have turned out differently.
But we didn't. Instead we chose the cream ones and covered our pain with their silken touch, hoping that they somehow would help make a difference.
And now they are all worn out.
Well, at least they ended their days in a sunny apartment in Paris - where my new life now lives.
New life, new sheets! :-) Hope all is well with you. Greg and I might be in LA when you are there. Hope to see you!
Posted by: Stacy | March 22, 2010 at 12:28 AM