When I went to college, I took with me a lovely feather comforter which my freshman year boyfriend eventually renamed the b.f.f.f.c. (big fluffy feather flannel comforter) due to my attachment to it. I would gleefully return to my dorm room after classes and curl up inside of it. I loved that comforter and it's flannel duvet cover.
When Todd and I got married, I knew he was allergic to everything in the universe and as a mark of how much I loved him, I agreed to no longer use my b.f.f.f.c.! (Seriously, people, if that's not love, I don't know what is!)
After a few years of marriage, Todd discovered that there was such a thing as hypo-allergenic feather comforters, and as a mark of how much he loved me, agreed to give it a go. And that's what we've enjoyed using ever since!
The last year, though, it's become evident that it might be time for a new comforter. Each night Todd has to shake the blanket so the feathers are evenly distributed and then each morning we wake up to this:
Well, at least I know what my November expense sheet will lead with...