I'm going to cut to the chase. The flat sheet on almost all of the beds in our house have a sheet cowlick. They come out of the dryer with a crease in the most visible part -- the section I fold back over the blanket. No matter what I do, it's there. I iron the flat sheet for the master bedroom bed, and the guest rooms [only the top 18-24 inches] but the crease is still there. It's making me nuts.
It's difficult to see because I pressed this sheet five days ago and it now has usage wrinkles, but the sheet cowlick is there. It's within the lower one inch portion of the folded over white sheet.
Please tell me you see it. And if you don't, fake it.
I like a tightly made, clean bed. Nothing's better than a cold, soft, good smelling pillowcase on your face. I've always been freakish about my bed. My mom never needed to remake my bed after I skipped out the door to kindergarten due to my childish manual dexterity -- I remade the bed after Mother because the mitred military corners weren't tight enough or at a proper 45 degree angle.
Ask any of my college roommates, I went apeshit if someone sat on my bed. I didn't like it messy after I made it [which I did first thing every morning] and I didn't want dirty purses, backpacks, pants, and god forbid shoes touching any part of my bed. If I returned from class and noticed a new spot or indentation on my bed, I was wrecked and on a witch hunt.
I'm better now. Maybe.
Mom and Dad visited me one weekend my sophomore year in college and wanted to take pictures in my dorm room. Mom's always over-engineered photos -- she still does. She insisted we sit on my bed for the pictures. I was panic-stricken but tried not to reveal it as I made suggestions about where and how we should sit.
Here I am, uncomfortably sitting on the corner of my own bed.
Here are Mother and Dad almost slipping off the few inches of bed space I relinquished. It bothered me that Dad's butt was too close to my pillow, but I was proud of my genius idea to have Mom sit on his lap. Had I been thinking and not hyperventilating, I would have had them sit on the blanket at the end of my bed so I could have laundered it easier.
There was a perfectly good desk chair in my room. I don't know what the big deal was. Freaks.
If anyone knows how to remove a sheet cowlick, I'd be forever grateful if you'd share your trick.
For those who are interested... and me. Well, me.