How To Fold a Fitted Sheet

folding copyI thought I was being pretty darn anal. But I was on Facebook one day, and I saw this video posted by one of my “friends” on how to fold a fitted sheet.

I admit, I was intrigued. I bit.

I watched it. “Wow, how easy is this!” I mused.

The next Saturday when the sheets were dry (I waiting with eager anticipation I gotta tell ya), I raced to the bedroom with my sheets and started following the directions as I remembered them.

After three tries, I threw the wadded up mess on the shelf in disgust.

But then, well my anal really kicked in.

I went to YouTube and searched for a fitted sheet folding video.

And I found dozens.  I mean literally dozens.

It seems that (1) almost everybody knows but me, and (2) almost everybody wanted to show me how.

So I tried again.

And failed again.

And again.

And again.

I watched at least six different videos.

Finally after watching ever more closely, I got the hang of it.

So I was going to just mention it to you in passing–you know the way people do on the street–”hi, good morning”–(walking past each other, then turning)–”let’s do lunch next week okay?”–(walking a bit further but still not out of shouting range)–”oh, hey, your hair looks great like that! New style?”–now just a bit too far past to hear, so wave and turn and go on your way. . . .you know what I mean.

But I went in search of a picture of the process, and accidentally found this site. Well not exactly accidentally, since I was looking for the picture, but I double clicked instead of single clicked and found myself at this lady’s site, and I went, “whoa this is anal +.” So I thought I’d show you some of her stuff, cuz I makes me look really really normal.

Well, normal. That is a relative term if there ever was one right. I mean if you are in a “home” for the crazies, and you are the least crazy, well, you’re normal as far as they are concerned aren’t you? And if you are at a psychiatric conference in San Francisco, my dog probably qualifies as being the most normal. Ya see what I mean?

Anyway.

This is anal:

quiltsI mean really? A sign to tell you what you are looking at? But she means it literally, as you can see:

quilts2See? These are not “antique” quilts but “play” quilts. Don’t get mixed up.

Here’s the whole enchilada if you wish to see a “well-conceived linen closet:

linenclosetI mean it’s to die for right?

I knew a person like this. But it was a guy. We used to sneak into his office and “mess” it up for fun. We were adults. He put up with us. He bought a house. A year later he was “sorting” out his attic.

I admire people like that. When I don’t call them crazy. You can admire crazy.

I can be tempted by “order”. But I fight against it.

I like to imitate the universe.

It may seem ordered, but it’s really ordered chaos.

The blog is called “I Lived on Wisteria Lane”. She seems to have stopped blogging abruptly in October. That’s always worrisome. If you like organization, well, do visit it.

By the by, I still can’t figure out fitted sheets. I have a mental block I guess. I’m a failure in the housewife wars.

So I’ve made a cake, and some pastry cream. It’s for the Contrarian’s birthday on Monday. It’s a Boston Cream Pie. He likes Boston Cream Pie. My cakes are still sinking in the middle. I have upped the temperature, and reduced the baking powder. They still sink. I’m a failure in the baking wars.

I am going out soon to help with planting. I have my new L-shaped planters to fill with petunias in the front. And about seven thousand planters in the back. The Contrarian is concentrating on the veggies.

We’ve got plenty of good old New Mexican soil in the bottoms of everything. It’s hard as a rock. It doesn’t seem to rain here.

We have bags and bags of manurish top soil. It smells like horses, well the behind of horses. Wait, that’s not right either. I don’t smell the behinds of horses, I can promise you that. But the stuff that falls out of their behind. The dirt smells like that.

Diego likes the smell of the soil. Maybe he would even like the smell of a horse’s behind. He doesn’t say. We have put up wire lines to keep him from rooting and digging in the big beds. He’s a dog after all. They like dirt apparently. Diego digs in the desert a lot. I think he’s looking for jack rabbits. He just wants to be their friend.

They don’t seem to understand dog speak though. They run. They run very fast.

Just me knitting in the garden

Just me knitting in the garden

 

 

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11 thoughts on “How To Fold a Fitted Sheet

  1. hold it….. you are telling me…..you FOLD laundry>\? Let me sit down and try to wrap my haad around the concept. I suppose you sort socks as well, huh?

    • oh don’t get me started on the Contrarian’s “thicks and thins” sock issue. He’s utterly OCD on this. Makes me shudder to think about that!’ !END

  2. Now that my mom is living with me, I’m tempted to label everything. She is quite the organizer herself. I come home from work to find a semblance of order to my chaos and I’m mostly thrilled. Then again, the search to find things in my little home doesn’t take that long — usually. Fortunately she doesn’t insist on neatly folded sheets. Fitted sheets are an abomination. NO ONE knows how to fold them nicely. They’re wadded up and stuffed into the linen closet and we all survive the wrinkles.

    • Yes I seldom notice the wrinkles since I’m asleep. lol…I like organization pretty much, just can’t deal with being too obsessive about it. That scares me. lol..!END

  3. You never know what you’ll find on the Internet. Folding fitted sheets…Who woulds guessed? I too have thought of labeling stuff, but them would probably later go around all pissed off at whoever left a bunch of yellow stickies all over the place. :)

  4. My lovely (and dangerous) wife insists upon making me help her “fold” fitted sheets whenever they come out of the dryer. My theory is that they always (!) end up in a wadded mess, so why pester me to hold one end of a failed enterprise? But I merely work here, enjoy sleeping indoors, and don’t have her recipe for chicken noodle soup (to die for!), so I comply without complaint.

    They’re going to end up in a wad, why not stop with the charade and just wad ‘em up?

    (are we expecting a visit from the Sheet Police?)

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