I added a photo gallery today. It’s only got a few photos in it, and I’m not happy with the overall look of it, so it will probably change quite considerably in the next week or so. But it’s up, and far be it from me to withold from my family and friends. 
http://www.mikeandmusic.com/album/gallery2/
And, it’s under “BlogRoll” on the right hand side there. —>
-Mike
It is no secret that I am a linen snob — I have sworn off all but Sateen sheets in the years since I stopped eating Ramen. Turns out, my greed has gone too far.
A few weeks back, I ordered some true Satin sheets from amazon (a weakness of my newfound amazon prime membership — details to follow) and when they came, I didn’t even waste time washing them before I put them on the bed. It was the same night we left for our Denver trip, and I could only dream of them while I was gone.
The night of our return, I couldn’t get in bed fast enough. The sheets were silky soft, and warm to boot. Touching them with your hand would bring a smile to your face, and having your body enveloped in them was just too much to resist. Indeed, snuggling in them was quite pleasurable, but at times, rolling over would shift one’s weight onto the edge of a pillow, and send it shooting to the floor. (Literally, shooting. It would rocket from the center of the bed, right off the edge.)
No sweat, I thought, and picked the pillow back up. I mean, you’ve had the pillow fall off the bed before, yes? It must have been right on the edge, and fallen off when I picked up my head. I know these sheets are slick, but… c’mon – a lack of resistance there big enough to send a pillow flying?
Friends, I am here to warn you of a phenomenon of nature known only to those who regularly sleep on satin sheets: Everything is slick on satin. It’s like a silky smooth ice-skating rink. (Only it’s warm and snuggly.) Just like your body curls up on it, and moving around on it is effortless, everything else you set on it wants to slide right off. Clothes, pillows, comforters, blankets, girlfriends… anything.
A corollary to said phenomenon is that when you get one sheet of satin, and lay another sheet of satin atop it… you don’t just get two sheets laying on each other. They actually repel each other. It’s like reversing a magnet on your fridge. You can lay the comforter on the sheet, and watch as it slowly slides off, unaided by anything other than gravity and the inherent properties of satin.
A true novelty, this is. Forgivable, given the womb-like state these silky-soft sheets put you in.
Until you try and get a night of good sleep.
You find yourself waking up in the middle of the night, cold, with no blanket and no pillow. Flip on a light to discover that the blankets have slithered to the foot of the bed, and onto the floor. The pillow has gone shooting off the side.
Sigh. Back to sleep.
The next night, you slide into bed, enveloped by the smoothness of the sheets. It won’t happen again, will it? It was just a “once” kind of thing. Yes?
No. Again. Music and I end up sharing a pillow, wrestling back and forth for blankets, ending up in the mornings with the corners of the fitted sheet popped off (no idea how this is happening – everything in the world slides off these sheets, how could our bodies generate enough pull to pop the corners off?).
Anyhow, fast forward two weeks, and I’ve taken them off. It’s time to wash them (we’ll see how that goes – I can already see a wrinkled mess). I’m not sure they’ll make their return to the bed as a nightly thing, but maybe as a special occasion thing. Perhaps as summer gets closer and the the house gets warmer, covers will become less of a necessity, and they’ll re-appear. But for now, I’ve given a shot at the ultimate in comfort… and perhaps, it was just a little too comfortable.
-MW