11 Oct 2006 05:32 AM

Three Feather Pillows

Comfort becomes much more of a priority with age. When I was young, wearing tight jeans never bothered me, the tighter the better. High heals that elevated me to the height of Mt. Fuji were perfectly acceptable. Slinky little pushup bras from Victoria's Secret gave me a sense of well being. Nowadays, the pants aren't even considered when shopping, unless there is a stretch waistband. Shoes are solidly parallel with the ground and bras are fairly industrial looking. I have as much concern for comfort when I am horizontal as I do when I am vertical. I refuse to sleep without my three feather pillows. They are a staple when I infrequently travel, I don't care where we are going or how much we have to pack, my pillows travel with me. It is a yearly ritual in our area to evacuate at least once a year for a hurricane scare. Before the important papers or the family photos are packed, the feather pillows are secured in a safe place with easy access in case I want to nap along the way. They come in different sizes for varied reasons, small, medium and large. The smallest goes on the bottom of the pile, for support, the medium is in the middle of the stack for elevation and the largest is on the top for soft comfort. It has to be plumped and bent in a certain way to support my neck and feel soft against my cheek. If it is slightly awry, I can't sleep. Twenty years ago, any old foam pillow would have sufficed, not any more. I am also getting pretty anal about what coffee cup I drink out of and what brand of cottage cheese has the best texture. Are these symptoms of the phrase, "Get a life"?  

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