It’s not wool, but it looks and feels like it.
It looks gray in these pictures, but in person, it’s much greener, multiple lovely shades of green.
It’s the right size, finally. I’ve been praying to the thrift gods for a clean 8×10 for years. YEARS.
No pee spots.
No cigarette burns.
No chalk outlines.
No pulls or stains or holes.
We did end up finding sheets about 5 hours after we set out. Why is it so fucking hard to find (cotton) king-sized sheets for less than $30? Or $60?
I was deeply disturbed by the sheer volume of “microfiber” sheets we had to paw through. 100% polyester. A lady does not sleep on polyester sheets. (Before you cry foul, I do admint to having one set of aubergene-colored satin ones, but! They’re not for sleeping. Ahem. Point stands.)
We might not be able to afford real linen, and bamboo is generally out of reach, too. I’ve mostly made my peace with the unpleasant economic realities of my champagne tastes/beer budget.
But cotton? The fabric of our lives? I see it growing on both sides of the interstate every time I go to Cordele. It’s not exotic. When did it get so expensive? It’s like when they started calling prunes “dried plums” and doubled the price.
My final verdict was that they should call these microfiber abominations “notton.”