sea of soft

I don't really remember much about these last few days. Flashes of community housing elevators and blizzards and friends moving boxes; parents and relatives instructing , suggesting and telling, and frozen turkeys, and big man hockey fans and snow and bitter winds are all just a big messy fog in my mind. 

I only know it's Monday because Mondays are 'dinner with the ladies' night and I seem to be one of those ladies.

What I do know, is that I'm over-doing it. 

I feel like I'm coming down off hyper-paced helper mode.

a holiday-blahs-blank-filling frenzy.

and I'm exhausted. 

Thankfully my mom caved tonight and let me open up my christmas gift early. 

My new feather bed. 

and let me tell you. Let me just tell you, I am CHUFFED.

I feel pretty damn brilliant right now. 

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When I was a kid, I learned what a feather duvet was from the rich family down the street who had moved to NS from Ontario. I loved the crunch of the thick quilted cotton and the feathers inside. I had never seen one before. We didn't have feather duvets at our house. or even feather pillows. We had thin stripped blankets with jean patches that my mom sewed on, over the holes. And pillows with lots of small foamy pieces crumbled inside. 

At a very young age, I decided that when I grew up, I would sleep with feathers. 

I now own three feather duvets.  

Laura Hatfield and I bought our first feather duvets from Zellers with our allowances when we were in the 11th grade.  Twin duvets were on sale for 30$ and we both knew it was good deal. My mom thought I was nuts. 

So did our other friends, because that was 30$ we weren't going to get to spend on a gram of pot, which was a big deal in the 11th grade.  Although now that I think of it, I don't think we ever did tell any of our other friends....

The second I stole from a summer camp I worked at in Pennsylvania. I wasn't really stealing because I found it in an old barn, under a pile of mildewy wool blankets and the rich camp owners, I'm sure,  didn't even know it was there. And they didn't pay me enough for the 18 hours of teaching I did a day anyway, so I saw it as my over-time pay. 

And the third one, a King, I got in the as-is section at Ikea for 50$ last year. 

You can dry clean them you know. 

not that I did. 

In the last year I have also invested in good, thick, quilted feather pillows. I just had one for a long while, but I saved up and now I have two. I never use duvet covers because I love the feel of the crispy cotton and I love the crunch. 

But unlike a duvet, a Feather bed is in a whole other ball park. It is a huge thick pad of fluffy feathery goodness, that goes over your matters and under your sheet. It is heaven. 

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So tonight I striped my bed.

Then layer upon layer, with my 11th grade Twin and all, I made my bed anew.

Then I gathered up all my last minute Christmas card sewing, my laptop and I crawled in. 

I crawled into a sea of soft. 

Every inch of me is surrounded in a thick wonderful cloud of fluffy feathers. Every time I roll or move, I fall into another mound of freshly fluffed exhales. All that's missing is a spoon. 

Although that said,  I'm not entirely convinced I'll ever want to share.