I'm a Marimekk-ho

I've done it: after years of lusting, I got my first Marimekko--in the form of sage green Samovaari bedding. When I saw it on sale, I almost wet myself with joy and I definitely ripped off all my clothes right there in the shop and rolled around in the king-sized shams. Once the security guards informed me that I would now have to buy everything I touched, I hastily gathered up all of my things, new linens included, and sprinted home to try rolling in it in the Cloud, instead.

I have to tell you, it's everything I've ever dreamed of. My dreams were samovaari-studded skips through forest floors and green pastures, as daisies floated through the rosy air and music intertwined in my now-flowing locks. Every roll in my sleep led to the twittering of birds, a bursting of dandelions, and the liquid warmth of the sun pouring over my incredibly lithe dream-body.

Or that could've been the pot I smoked before bed. But oh how sweet this bedding is...