So, I got to thinking about my pillow, which upon further reading I realized was probably filled with dust mites, dust and God only knows what else. Can I say BLECH!!!??? Well since it exploded in my washing machine yesterday, I actually know what was inside. CHICKEN FEATHERS! Gag! Even remembering the smell of them wet as I scooped handful upon handful out of the washer is going to make me puke! I don't have a picture, but they are outside in three bags, sulking. Wet, old, dusty chicken feathers! AND I SLEPT ON THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Choke.
Somethings are meant to be kept. You know I love vintage. BUT I have come to understand there is no such thing as a 'good vintage feather pillow'. Before those feathers had a chance to even cluck about how wonderful they are, I purchased a brand new hypoallergenic pillow.
So when you 'ditch' and blog about it, you actually may be saving someones life.
Three nights on a new pillow = three days without even the hint of a headache.
It may well be a coincidence, especially since my doctor just called as I was writing this (I put a call in so I could know what I was allergic to) and she said I have not allergies to dust or dust mites. Either way, now that I KNOW what was inside that pillow I am relieved I will never sleep on it again. Thanks Peter.
More on how I cleaned my sewing space tomorrow.