Just this morning, I was reminded once again of how much my life has changed since I learned the secret of folding a fitted sheet.
The biggest problem I have had is that my mother is a fitted sheet ninja. Much like her mad sewing and cooking skills and amazing handwriting I would try my very best but fall short. I would always follow the directions to the letter, and felt like Martha Stewart while doing it.
I would always expect my sheets to look exactly like the above demonstration. Nevermind the fact that the photoshoot likely had someone on hand with an iron every 3 minutes. Regardless, Mom's sheets always looked like this to me.
Yet despite my years of practice and concentration, my fitted sheets always look like these on the right:
However, a number of years ago my good friend Nathalie was kind enough to share her secret. She would go ahead and fold her sheets as best they could be, and then stick them inside their matching pillowcase. This goes for the top sheet and spare pillowcase as well. Then one can neatly place the beautiful "pillows" on the shelf, and they can stack nicely.
As I took out my rumpled mass of fitted sheet I had to smile. My sheets will always be a little wrinkled, but they look great on my shelf. All thanks to a good rescue from a friend.