Once Upon a Mattress

Two weeks ago I went to a pajama party. It has been years since I was at a pyjama party and as pyjama parties go this one was very quiet and rather costly. It was a promotion from the local mattress store. Show up in your jammies and get 10% off sale prices. I had been longing for a Tempur mattress for a long time and this seemed to be the time and the place. However my night attire is for comfort only and is never seen abroad. If I was bold enough to head out in public in my slippersloppers and nightie would my Significant Other take the plunge and go to the do in night attire too? No he would not. I was alone in my quest for a discount apparently.
Well, nine o'clock on a Sat night off we go, me in my finery and S.O. in street attire.
We were the only ones there. The staff were in very swish night garments and were so pleased to see customers that we were treated to lavish attention and lots of yummy savouries from the gourmet market next door. It was starting to feel like a party after all!
After bouncing around on a bewildering number of sample mattresses I settled on the bed of my dreams then found to my dismay that it was not on sale. However as I had shown up in my Granny jammies they felt they would honour the discount after all. I also got two free Swedish pillows! I saved hundreds of dollars and got the mattress of my dreams! I haven't slept on it yet as it is still gassing out. You are supposed to walk on them to release the fumes but as there is barely head room standing on the floor, the mattress has had to off gas the old fashioned way via an open window. I can be patient. Next to sleeping on it, it is almost as good to admire it from a safe distance. I will report on its comfort level in another blog i.e. if I ever get to sleep on it.