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Wrestling of a bed-dish kind...

I decided to change all our bed sheets and duvet (that's a doona to the Aussies and a comforter to the Americans) cover tonight, and I was thinking, as I wrestled with the duvet inner, feeding it into its cover with little decorum, rather like getting the toothpaste back into the tube or perhaps more akin to shoving a wild, screeching jaguar into a very small cage, that there is probably a fine art to this activity. I mean, thousands of hotel housekeepers can probably do it in a nanosecond. But there I am, pushing corners of the duvet into corners of the cover, grabbing these from the outside, shaking it all down, then working on the bottom corners. I think my neighbour turns the cover inside out and then kind of turns it in the other way with the duvet attached, but I just don't have the energy or even the desire to focus on how to do this. I am perhaps doomed to never really master the recovering of the duvet. And perhaps I'm happy with that. There are many other things I can do quite successfully. Just not that. And this particular duvet cover rankles because it came with matching pillowcases, and our burglar took one of these particular pillowcases when he ransacked our house years ago. I couldn't buy the pillowcases by themselves *pout* so I never recaptured that perfect balanced Asian-style look on the bed. Not good feng shui! Why oh why didn't he take a different pillowcase? I have dozens, all unmatching... I even have one with Jenny embroidered on it, and a buddy that says Friend. What an embarrassing farewell gift that was from one Catholic school where I'd been teaching, still single! But I digress, the usual stream of consciousness emerging. It's late and I have this cool book to read about medical ethical dilemmas in the near future...


Aug. 19th, 2007 10:31 am (UTC)
I've tried both methods (and we call them duvets,too) and they are about equal in the time and effort they take.
The worst thing about changing beds is that people have the temerity to sleep in them and they have to be changed, eventually, all over again. This applies to most housework and is probably why I don't like it.

Think about it - children stay taught (mostly), stories stay written, sewing stays sewn, words remain spoken and LJ posts are there forever (unless LJ decides you're a paedophile). Housework, on the other hand...



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