In search of The Pillow

So here is the thing, forever and ever since I left my parents’ house (really not that long ago, however for the narrative purposes it was epochs or even eons away) I kept looking for and never exactly finding the one thing to crown my adult life — a perfect pillow.

Now when I was a kid my mom used to make all our bedding things from the linen to pillows and blankets an thus I had a custom made low pillow and I liked it. Back then I was able to sleep in all sorts of weird positions, even the “face planted into the pillow” one. Sometime later there came the advent of hollow fiber stuffed bedding and my life was changed to the better and here came my first pillow of some note with soviet version of Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet on it. I loved it too much and for far too long, but as one truly and deeply immersed in adolescence I did not give a damn.

With transferring into my more independent life and leaving the nest, I’ve seen an array of fluffy thingies come and go and I hated most of them. At some point I was able to sleep well enough without any cushion at all, but as years went by that seized to be an option. Then while traveling I encountered the biggest and the worst pillows of my life, the ones that populated hotel beds. I am still confused as to how folks are actually able to sleep on these. I could not fall asleep most of the times until I banished the stuffed parallelogram from the bed, and in rare cases of managing to doze off I had a terrible headache the following day.

So I was still in search when I found the second one that deserves to be mentioned — the infant pillow. It was great: small, but bouncy, washable, and comes with fitted case. Every time I came to buy a new one ( here lies it’s main flaw — it sadly flattens way too fast; I’ve used three items in three years) store consultants try and ask how old was my child etc. and all I have to say is that the child is around 360 months old. Infant pillow was pretty good but I was somewhat disgruntled at the turnover and occasional periods of frozen neck and dull headaches, when it lost its volume considerably.

And then for a while there were beguiling memory foam pillows in the background so to say, but since they were at least thrice the price of my current one I considered it to be a costly experiment since it was a possibility that when I get one I’ll hate it and have to part with it. Thus I continued to look longingly but kept my distance.

At some point while in Bangkok I managed to get to Ikea with a sole purpose of trying to find The One and at the time I thought it was a success. However when taking into the account the time it took to get there and go through the store (mind you this Ikea’s cafe does not even have meatballs, tut-tut), taxi fee, item itself plus the protective case turned out to be considerable sum. So when I was home and gave the pillow a few weeks try and it turned out to be a fail I had to face the truth (and the math) that for all the money, time and effort spent in this quest I could have already been sleeping on the second memory foam pillow. With X-mas and New Year coming up I took to HomePro and lo and behold not only the shop has a wide variety to choose from in the matter of shape and size, but there are ones considerably cheaper than I remembered them to be. I am now slightly over a month of using The Best Ever Pillow in the world and I don’t mind telling you that as experiments go, so far it is a success.