Have pillow, will sleep
We've finally done it. After years of searching, experimenting, and rejecting, Main Man and I have found the perfect pillows. And at Costco, of all places; twelve bucks each.
Yes, pillows are a serious thing in our home. Goldilocks would call us finicky. We have a closetful of rejects that we've accumulated over the years. Some too thin, some too thick. Some too soft, some too hard. Some too small, some way too small. Some, well... too stinky. We really should throw those away.
But anyway, we've never found a pillow that we were both completely pleased with.
On Sunday, we went to Costco on a completely different mission. It was only by chance that we walked by the pillow bin. We both happened to glance at the pile of pillows, and then both came to a screeching halt. We took two tentative steps towards the bin, never taking our eyes off the pillows. We each picked up a plastic pack and squeezed. We stopped squeezing, looked at each other, and then squeezed again.
Me: "How much are they?"
MM: "I don't care."
Me: "They're pretty good."
MM: "They're fucking awesome."
Me: "We should get them."
MM: "We should stock up."
Me: "Stock up?"
MM: "Yeah, stock up."
We didn't stock up. That would be silly. We brought them home and gave them a test run on Sunday night. We overslept on Monday morning. We overslept again this morning. Needless to say, the pillows have passed the ultimate test.
They're fucking awesome. We're stocking up.
Yes, pillows are a serious thing in our home. Goldilocks would call us finicky. We have a closetful of rejects that we've accumulated over the years. Some too thin, some too thick. Some too soft, some too hard. Some too small, some way too small. Some, well... too stinky. We really should throw those away.
But anyway, we've never found a pillow that we were both completely pleased with.
On Sunday, we went to Costco on a completely different mission. It was only by chance that we walked by the pillow bin. We both happened to glance at the pile of pillows, and then both came to a screeching halt. We took two tentative steps towards the bin, never taking our eyes off the pillows. We each picked up a plastic pack and squeezed. We stopped squeezing, looked at each other, and then squeezed again.
Me: "How much are they?"
MM: "I don't care."
Me: "They're pretty good."
MM: "They're fucking awesome."
Me: "We should get them."
MM: "We should stock up."
Me: "Stock up?"
MM: "Yeah, stock up."
We didn't stock up. That would be silly. We brought them home and gave them a test run on Sunday night. We overslept on Monday morning. We overslept again this morning. Needless to say, the pillows have passed the ultimate test.
They're fucking awesome. We're stocking up.
posted by Berry at 10:26 AM
4 Comments:
i'm not so sure that the stocking up idea was a bad one... you could have several in reserve for the night, to ensure maximum pillow coolness.
what makes them so special? We broke down and bought some down ones and now we bring them on our flights with us.
So what kind/brand are they? Because my pillow blows. Well not literally, or else I wouldn't be so quick to replace it.
BP, the brand is Nautica (or something really close to that). We only got the $12 ones, which only offer heavy petting.
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