By January 13, 2006

100 degrees and rising

Lady Jaye and I bought a king sized mattress and bed recently. Upgrading from a queen has been great, even though replacing our nice bedding wasn’t something I was particularly looking forward to doing. At any rate, we purchased a down comforter for our new bed. We compared probably 10 or so different comforters on smartbargains.com before we settled on a middle weight, higher-than-average down vs feathers comforter with a “heating factor” of 575. Packed with 42 ounces of fill, we figured it would keep us warm and snuggly.

This is not a house of underachievers, and our comforter fit right in.

The first night we slept underneath it we were giddy, curious as to how toasty we’d be. About three minutes into our maiden voyage Lady Jaye turned to me and said, “I’m fucking hot,” to which I replied, “No duh.” We giggled, and then I think I broke out into a sweat. Our comforter wasn’t toasty. It was roasty. Holy crap that thing is hot. With the four of us in bed we couldn’t tolerate to be near each other for more than 30 seconds at a time. Things got worse when we got our duvet cover from Crate & Barrel a few days later. The duvet cover probably weighs fifty pounds by itself.

The saga continued when Lady Jaye’s mother sent us her lighter comforter in the mail. We washed it in our fancypants front-loaders, but didn’t quite get all the moisture out. After a day of sitting in the dryer (dry, or dry-ish, I guess), the comforter smelled something akin to feet. Moldy, gnar-gnar to the har-har feet. We ran the comforter through the washer and dryer (twice for extra drying action) and have our fingers crossed.

In the meantime, it’s still 100 degrees and rising in our new bed. I look forward to the day when I can cuddle up to my girl again without waking up in a pool of sweat 😉

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  1. jaine_parr says:

    Open a window. Turn down the thermostat. Use the comforter as a featherbed instead. Sleeping too hot is no fun.

  2. configuratrix says:

    After a day of sitting in the dryer (dry, or dry-ish, I guess), the comforter smelled something akin to feet. Moldy, gnar-gnar to the har-har feet. We ran the comforter through the washer and dryer (twice for extra drying action) and have our fingers crossed.

    If it still smells funny, wash it again with a little bleach added in to (at the same time as, don’t mix outside of the washer) the detergent?