A few nights ago, we got ready to go to bed and I realized the sheets were in the washing machine. (My three year old got grape jelly on them. Don't ask how this happened.) So, since I was to lazy to dig out another flannel, my husband grabs the top of the stack to throw on the bed, which happens to be a regular sheet. Did I mention I HATE regular top sheets. So this was how the conversation went:
I said, " I hate top sheets like that"
Gary: "Well I don't like NOT having a top sheet"
Me: "Maybe I should just cut the sheets down the middle and make my half flannel and your half regular?"
Gary (giving me a look) "Whatever"
I knew the look. We have been married for almost 9 years. It was the "you are just stupid enough to do something like that aren't you" look. So since he followed this look up with "whatever", I figured it was a go.
So, this morning, after my husband went to work, I sewed the sheets together.
His side is white with a bit of colored stripe (which now that I look close, you can see that I didn't sew it very straight). My side is a nice fuzzy sheep flannel. I love sheep.
Oh, I almost forgot, I will be cutting up the extra part that I cut off, to use for crocheting rugs! I NEVER throw anything away!