After sleeping on the same pillows for over 15 years, no strike that....I had at least one of those pillows in College which was 1988-1992 for the undergrad...So let's generously say say 20 Years.
The same pillows that I am not entirely sure Where they came from, but I am certain that if I DID buy them, they didn't cost over ten bucks. Some I am sure I stole from various lodging establishments that really couldn't be called "Hotels".
All of them have been copiously drooled on, by me. (see example below, taken by my husband who thought it was super funny to document his wifes droolery, not to mention that all of our pillow cases have rabbit bites from when they fall off the bed and the rabbits attack them)
Place this mess of motley pillows on a pillowtop mattress that Terrance bought when I was pregnant with Emily. A Mattress that came mysteriously one day while I was at work. A Mattress which, at best, was most likely a "Factory second". A Mattress with no box spring, but was a step up from the futon we were sleeping on in 1997. A Mattress which, 13 years later, has craters indented into my side of the bed...which, after flipping, turning and changing means there are 4 craters, Two per side.
Place this mattress on a couple pieces of particle board that has been improvised as a "frame" for 13 years.
Now, mix in a person who LOVES to be in Bed. I mean really, really LOVES it. As in, to quote my best friend, "If you could rule the world from your bed, you would be the happiest person in the world".
I write in bed, I quilt in bed, I watch TV and movies in Bed. It is my nest of comfort and security. Most recently, I wrote the theory comp for my dissertation in this bed:
Do you see that nest? This was at the end of the writing....the stacks of books, the unseen stacks of paper coffee cups overflowing in the trash. I am a human Crow, stealing shiny bits and string to decorate my environs.
Add in the two free roam rabbits and frankly Terrance doesn't even try to live in this part of the house. He "visits" with me...then heads to his bed in the other room for the night. We think this has helped to extend our marriage, this giving up of space, since he isn't breathing loudly in my ear and I am not flopping all over, bumping him.
It with all of this in mind, I introduce my new beloved:
Two hours spent in the store, testing different models. Then pillows. Testing pillows on the chosen bed.
The 4 pillows I bought ( why Yes, I do need FOUR pillows ) are heaven. Yes, at 200 bucks for the four, they were the most expensive pillows I have ever bought in my life. I could hardly look at the receipt for shame. But Oh. The difference already!
The bed gets delivered on Wednesday, and I can hardly wait. I may have to write an ode to my new bed to express my joy at its wonderfulness.
And to you I say, Spend the money on yourself. Sure, it will make you sweat as you consider that this money could be paying bills, or sending your kid to camp for the summer, or a million other things - like your tuition. However, the money I will save on seeing the chiropractor because my mattress is killing me combined with the sheer happiness I will experience by laying on these pillows in that bed is worth it.
I'm worth it, dammit.