Yours and Mine
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Yours and Mine
Once, reading reviews of a hotel somewhere in Northern Europe, I stumbled across a comment that stuck with me: a guest said that the bed was made strangely—he thought the two folded duvets looked like giant caterpillars.
It stuck with me for two reasons. Obviously, I thought it was super-judgey. I mean, if the bed works, is clean and comfortable, why comment in a public review on the way it’s made up? What, exactly, is the purpose of a comment like that? Might it help another potential guest make a decision regarding the hotel? Probably not. Some people just don’t think before they write reviews.
But the other reason it stuck with me, the reason I remember it so clearly, years later, is that I so vehemently disagree.
Twin duvets are one of Scandinavia’s greatest contributions to world peace, and that’s saying something, given that Norway (a Scandinavian country) is literally the home of the Nobel Peace Prize, which was founded by a man from Sweden (another Scandinavian country).
In our current apartment in Slovenia, far away from Sweden and Norway and their Scandi neighbors*, our king-sized bed is made up with a king-sized fitted sheet, and two twin duvets. Lee has his, I have mine, and never the twain shall meet.
The air-conditioning is juuuuuust barely adequate, so the fact that his body heat is corralled in his sleeping space is the only thing keeping me from having a (literal) nightly meltdown.
There is no tussling over the covers. Neither of us is subject to the other’s pulling or pushing of one large comforter. There is no (accidental) kicking or poking or bumping.
In other words, I am sleeping just fine.
And when I changed the linens on Sunday, putting the duvets into their clean covers was easy as pie, because they’re not so big I can’t maneuver them, like our old king-sized one was. I do solemnly swear I will never again wrestle with a duvet the size of a tennis court.
All because of those tidy, manageable twin-sized duvets that look nothing like giant caterpillars.
*We may be far from Sweden, but there’s an IKEA about a mile and a half away, just 15 minutes on the #27 bus. Coincidence? I think not.
Take care,
Lisa
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