I broke down and bought a new comforter the day before yesterday. I’ve been hating the one I have, but I didn’t feel like I could afford a new one. The hated one was a down alternative that was awful. Whatever the alternative was bunched up and hardened into clumps in the squares and wasn’t warm.
But when Finney threw up on it I said, “That’s it. I’m not paying one more time to have this cleaned.” I went over to Bed, Bath and Beyond, bought a new one, a different down alternative, and took it home.
It was $163 and I freaked and freaked about spending that much, but by the next morning I was happy. It was so comfortable.
The next day (yesterday) Finney threw up on it.
It happened while I was out so the throw-up had hours and hours to set and stain. I cried. But after a million round of Oxy Clean (which really doesn’t work, I’ve decided) and the laundry, I think it looks like almost new again. (It’s only three days old!)
Finney of course jumps right back into it. I’ve got my eye on you.