I realized that pillows, even down pillows, can be washed in the washer and dryer. Suddenly the giant black trash bag full of pillows that were my dad’s and grandparents’ got really appealing. I love pillows. Like there’s no such thing as too many pillows on my bed. Begin laundering pillows, including the ones I already had.
I had a body pillow, plus 3 regular ones. That was yesterday.
Today I have a body pillow, plus 5 regular ones… And I have two more in the washer now.
I’ve also made matching pillowcases for all my pillows that weren’t already dressed in some shade of wine and I think I have enough fabric left in the right shades to make the pillowcases for the last two pillows when they dry.
My bed is no longer a bed. It’s a fluffy cloud nest. I fucking love it.
Of course if I ever get around to buying another set of sheets, I’ll have to make more pillowcases. But that’s not going to be for a little while.