A few weeks ago (a few months ago?) I was cleaning out my armoire that has been repurposed as a linen closet and was about to get rid of a bedskirt. M got ahold of it, decided he liked how it felt, declared it his, and make a hidden-hole. Then he asked me what it was. You would think that would be the first question, but hey, not everyone thinks in the same order that I do.
So I explained what a bedskirt is, how to use it, and why I was getting rid of it. We’ve never, ever used a bedskirt. Ever. He declared it a dress (as he kept forgetting it was a skirt) and slept with it as a sheet for a few nights.
This particular bedskirt is made of something that feels like a satin without being satin. The entire thing. So it’s an entire twin-bed sized “sheet” with a ruffle of more “silkie” material. My sensory kid was in heaven.
Then he decided it was too hot (the material doesn’t breathe. At all. Polyester? It’s synthetic hell.) and propped it up on the shelf/dresser/thing next to his bed and made a lean-to out of it. And there it has stayed. It’s turned into his hidey-hole. I’m ok with that. There are certainly days I wish I could get in a secure place and just read. Or rest. Or whatever.