It is no secret that I have a bit of a thing about bed sheets.
When Mike and I rented places for the winter in Venice, Florida, I would usually last about 90 minutes before I was refolding all the sheets in the rental linen closets. I would tell myself upon arrival that this was a compulsive behavior that I should conquer. I would tell myself I would just fold sheets properly as I changed and washed them. I would tell myself there were far better things to do with my time. It never worked. I always broke down and refolded the sheets and pillow cases.
There's an advantage to having my own place...I know the sheets will be fine upon my Florida arrival.
But I don't call myself obsessive.
Alphabetizing books, CDs, spices--that's only common sense. The sheet thing is just a kind of tic.
I am thinking about this now because I was helping my friend Ginnie with laundry last week. Now, Ginnie is a perfectionist about many things...folding fitted sheets apparently is not one of those things though.
Gin, I hope I didn't offend you by grabbing that pathetic, rolled up sheet out of your hands. I couldn't help myself.
And here is a video of how it is done: