Totally off topic to the blog, but I need to bitch.
Readers may remember on Friday when I mentioned having tax return monies. Saturday in comment to same post, I mentioned having dropped a stack of said monies at Bed, Bath, and Beyond on bed stuffs.
I figured I had some money, and I sleep (almost) every day anyway, so why not make the bed more comfortable. I sleep best under fur, but can't afford the real thing.
Seriously. A queen-sized real fur blanket will set you back enough to buy a passably decent used car.
So I tend to go for the next best thing: "faux". Usually get the cheap stuff that's 100% polyester. Nice enough, machine washable - only drawback is the size. The stuff is only available locally in "throw" size; 50x60". Being as I'm a nominal 71" tall... this is not ideal.
So I splurge. King size, 104" W x 90" L, 75% modacrylic/25% polyester. So. Soft. Glorious. I love the weight, I love the feel... I'm not crazy about the dry clean only bit... but whatever. It's not like a blanket needs washing every week.
Saturday night, Sunday night, both great. Last night... I wake up at 0300 on an unrelated reason, and after settling back in to try and at least sleep until dawn (didn't happen.) I'm pulling the blanket back up, since I tend to move around a lot in my sleep and dislodge such things. Something catches in my hand. A loose thread. I search, and find the source: the $150 "duvet cover" I've been using for three whole days has already come unstitched at one end.
Fuck. Well this was money well spent.
Haven't even christened the damned thing yet... when I say 'slept under' that's all I mean.
Now, I could fix it. Drop in a couple new stitches. Yes, I'm a straight man who can sew. Try not to faint.
Trouble is, if the quality was this shoddy in one spot... why should I believe it's any better elsewhere? Where do I draw the line? How much re-sewing must I do myself before I consider something defective?
On a $15 throw, the answer would be a considerable amount. On something ten times the cost... the answer is none.
For the record, though: I own four of those cheap throws. The oldest of which has more than two years of use on it. Not a single popped stitch anywhere in the lot.
So, my little piece of opulence has to go away. I still have the receipt thankfully, though I hold out little hope of an exchange - they only had the one in black; and being as this isn't 1985 and I don't live in Atlantic City, I have no interest in one in leopard print.
Seems like every time I try to buy a little piece of something nice it blows up in my face. A fur blanket, a good pair of boots, glasses frames that have some style and fit my face without digging into my ears... it all goes to shit within a week.
Gods, I truly hate my life.
Okay, whine over. I'm sure there's something more productive I could be doing with my day. Not that it'll accomplish anything.