The Fitted Sheet: Satan’s Tool

I suppose I should be ashamed to admit the picture above is actually my linen closet. I'm not. I gave up all pretense of pretending I'd mastered the abomination that is the fitted sheet a long time ago. In fact, I'm so comfortable with my domesticity deficiency, I no longer fold it's mate. Both sheets immediately go from the dryer to wadded up balls of cotton.

My purpose for this post is to encourage those who continue to battle frustration borne of elastic corners. Free yourself. Let go. Your anger and animosity only play into the devil's hands when he planted the evil seed of thought that someone should create bed linens that are impossible to store. Allow me to warn you though, reaching the zen plane on which I currently reside, takes an inordinate amount of time and a disturbing ability to simply not care.It's a process. Be kind to yourself.

In the mean time, here's a video to aide you in your futile efforts.