Today's query: Which would you rather have: a super-soft pillow or a warm, fuzzy blanket?
I still remember the moment I first covered up with a down comforter. It was my senior year in college. I was staying overnight at my friend’s home. She was actually my friend/employer. I cleaned her daycare center which was in the first floor of her mansion sized Morristown home.
The comforter was white. Clear, crisp white like I wouldn’t have ever seen in a home I lived in. It seemed crazy, to have something not only so white, but something that begged to be cuddled only I didn’t even have to wrap my arms around me, it felt like it automatically cuddled me.
I can replicate a pillow with a purse or a backpack or even a roll of clothes: I can’t replicate that feeling of being hugged by my bedding. A down comforter, anyday.
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