Hi Mr. Oak Tree.

Its 10:40pm on a Saturday evening and I have chosen to spend my time curled up in bed searching in vain for reviews on Scandia Down. I know my mother knows what this thing is, but if you don't, let me illuminate it for you. Scandia Down sells high quality bedding, specializing in goose down, of course. Its expensive stuff, a comforter costs into the quadruple digits if you wish to go that high. I, however, am allergic to down, but would love to find a good alternative to it. I have only heard good things about this company, but Alex insists that I do my research if I am going to lay down the dough for the faux down (say that five times fast). I don't blame him, its a good strategy. I managed to find reviews on another store selling the standard Primaloft filled hypoallergenic comforters, but not hide nor hair of anything on Scandia Down. In fact, I don't even know what they are filled with, all their website says is that they are synthetic. Its a vague statement in this day and age..
So, here I lay, at least managing to stay warm in our dropping temperatures under and old comforter that is too small and a handmade throw (thanks grandma, you make winter livable) slowly losing my hope that Scandia Down is within the radar of normal folks that write reviews online. Maybe its just too hoity-toity....

Despite my mild depression over a lack of comfort(er), you can bet your sweet buttooty that I found some glimmers of excitement. Nothing I can really afford, mind you. But I like these bed-time gems none-the-less:

First, there's of course Scandia Down.

Then comes my favorite find for a duvet cover, its from Pottery Barn, and I know I've probably railed against companies like them before in each and every one of your presenceseses (that word doesn't pluralize easily). A girl can dream though, especially under something as pretty as THIS. It comes in yellow and blue too, but who really gives a rat's rump.

There's also the idea of decorative pillows. I'm not usually one to go too far off the deep-end, but I once came across these in mine and Alex's favorite magazine (DWELL) and was reminded of them this evening. After a bit of searching I found them. Looolo. Kind of fun in that they are handmade, and sweatshop free and all that jazz. I do like jazz, afterall.

But, if we're talking about handmade, and limited edition fabric-y things, my sister should know that I am rather fabulous at finding some incredible, sustainable home and personal furnishings. She was kind enough to supply me with my new-recycled parachute purse and bedsheet wallet last year (granted, a second recycled purse was added later thanks to early christmas presents in May... or was is birthday? who cares, my seatbelt purse rocks!)

So, here's the most Kelly-rific part of all. You'll love these, and you won't be at all surprised that I am infatuated with them in an extreme way. TREE PILLOWS!!!!!

Holy Crap! Okay, I need to say that one more time for effect:

HOLY.

CRAP.

If I could write a song about pillows, I would. Well, really nothing is stopping me from writing a song about pillows, but its kind of weird in all reality. Its all fine and dandy to say in a blog, but as awesome as those pillows are I wouldn't write a song about them unless I was hired to do a jingle for them by some ad agency. Anecdote aside, I love these pillows. I love the little ones, I love the big ones, I would cover an entire couch with a grove of trees if I could! Perhaps not as this exact juncture in my life, as our couch sucks and we live with two cats who might destroy my awesome pillows. Then of course I would have to seek retribution and either marr or murder them, subsequently causing us to be kicked out by Sam....
I will not become homeless over pillows. I refuse.

Though... they're damn cute... damn cute!

Don't be surprised if I call in a few weeks from the underside of the nearest, warmest overpass, faux down comforter in tow.