A time for new beginnings. A time for fall festivals, visits to the pumpkin patch, crisp apples and pumpkin bread (mmm…. I make this every year).
It’s also time for a strangely controversial yet rather ordinary household fabric. Flannel.
In my experience, people are usually pretty passionate about flannel. They love it or can’t stand it. No real
Let me come clean up front: I love flannel. It’s cozy. It’s soft. It’s like a big hug. What’s not to love? (Unless you live in a hot climate, of course).
Well, my husband Chris is of an entirely different opinion. The word itself conjures up nightmares of flailing back and forth in bed, uncomfortably hot, or more importantly, images of granny gowns and huge fuzzy slippers. Apparently not sexy.
I can see his point.
I have no desire to scare him away with granny gowns even though I tend to get cold really easily (in winter, a mere touch of my feet in bed makes him recoil – even when I’ve had a pedicure). So, in the interests of keeping him nearby and at the same time staying warm myself, I devised a secret plan a few years back. The Flannel Plan.
It goes something like this.
As the weather starts to chill, I casually put a flannel sheet on the bed when changing it. Only one flannel sheet, mind you: this is critical to avoid instant detection. (The fitted sheet seems the best bet, that way the top sheet is still nice and cool). When Chris first gets into bed and pulls the covers over him, he feels comfortable but not so hot that he takes particular notice of the switch.
A couple of weeks later, once he’s become accustomed to sleeping on a divinely soft and cozy fitted sheet, I change the top sheet to… (insert wicked cackle)… flannel too. Ah, bliss.
When the top sheet goes on he typically notices it, but is too tired to bother making a fuss. He says he’ll try living with it for a bit. But after a few days – dare I say it – he actually becomes attached to the flannel!
Now, I have to point out that I’m not entirely insensitive to his flannel concerns. After all, I don’t even think of putting a flannel pillowcase on his side of the bed!
The Flannel Plan worked brilliantly the past couple of years. This year, however, he somehow figured me out. After the fitted sheet went on, he looked at me sideways with a smirk and said, “I know what you’re up to…”
Then he just smiled and got into bed.
What about you? What are your thoughts on flannel? And do you have any fun little household secrets? Do tell!