When I think of flannel, I think of two things; Autumn, and time with my grandmother. I picture a cool breeze, the leaves slowly tumbling from the trees, and how I knew, each sleepover with my grandmother would include fresh, and oh so super soft flannel sheets. Dreams were made made while snuggled up in those flannel sheets.
With the cooler weather we've been having the last few days; I've been thinking back to the times I've cuddled under those sheets, reading, planning my future, or simply dreaming the night away. I started looking online for places to order sheets that would remind me of yesterday's memories, and I found a link to a site that offers so many different companies and price points to choose from - Become-Shopping Your Way has so many different styles and sites to chose from!
From red and plaid flannel at Sears, to Naturepedic Organic sheets the Become site offered every style of flannel anyone could think of. My mouse finger started combing the pages of the site with vigor, trying to decide on the best and most comfortable flannel for my pocket book, and there were plenty. Almost like that little girl at her grandmothers house; I pictured snuggling up with some Austen, and dreaming the night away. My flannel memories can now become snuggles of the present.
With the cooler weather we've been having the last few days; I've been thinking back to the times I've cuddled under those sheets, reading, planning my future, or simply dreaming the night away. I started looking online for places to order sheets that would remind me of yesterday's memories, and I found a link to a site that offers so many different companies and price points to choose from - Become-Shopping Your Way has so many different styles and sites to chose from!
From red and plaid flannel at Sears, to Naturepedic Organic sheets the Become site offered every style of flannel anyone could think of. My mouse finger started combing the pages of the site with vigor, trying to decide on the best and most comfortable flannel for my pocket book, and there were plenty. Almost like that little girl at her grandmothers house; I pictured snuggling up with some Austen, and dreaming the night away. My flannel memories can now become snuggles of the present.
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