I begged mom to make a pair of shams for me. Isn't that what you'd do if you're mom designed bedding? Surprisingly enough, she said no and gave me some mumbo jumbo about the pride that comes from doing it myself. Who needs pride?
After throwing a tantrum, I finally dragged myself to JoAnn Fabrics where I found the perfect fabric. Eight hours later (I'm a slow sewer) I finally have my pretty white shams.
Mom, you can say "I told you so" now!