Don’t understand? Sounds to me as though you’ve summed it up beautifully. 
I’ve been through three perfect bedspreads just this year. I destroy them systematically so I have to replace them every few months.
My advice to Sauron would be to buy your wife a sewing machine ($100 at Walmart, I just got one myself for Giftmas) and let her make all the perfect bedspreads she wants. Could even make curtains, too. Batting and cotton broadcloth are cheap.
sauron, dear, if you ever learn the rules, we will have to kill you in some strange feminine ritual that you have barely a clue about.
You see, this gives your darling wife a new strategy. All she has to do now is buy it, and give it to you.
No doubt involving that “not-so-fresh” feeling and some hygiene products with wings.
But I don’t want it. Does that count?
I’m with you, Sauron… What’s wrong with the old MPB? How many people actually see your bedroom anyway? Have you been taking tours through there? I can just hear the chuckling and snide remarks when people see the bedspread. “You know, that bedspread is nice, but nowhere near the most perfect… Did you notice that it doesn’t even match the wall color in the dining room?”
Maybe it’s just me, but I think that this is the kind of mentality that has helped to cause a rise in divorce rates… “You know, John is a nice husband, but he really just doesn’t go with the furniture…”
Classic, I have never been divorced, but I do believe if I ever get divorced this will be the line I use.
stormchaser, you do know that I am of course, kidding, right?
Huh. I must be defective.
I don’t collect shoes. I hate clothes shopping. The only shopping I like, in fact, is shopping for books and electronic flashy shiny things that I don’t need.
I also don’t understand the whole bedspread thing. My bed is unmade. Covers everywhere. I don’t even own a bedspread. If the top & bottom sheets match, it’s only by accident.
My home is furnished in Early Modern Garage Sale, with a little bit of Ye Olde Attic thrown in.
The paint scheme is “whatever the previous owners painted the walls”, because I hate to paint so much that I’d rather put up with peeling paint than paint over it. The carpeting is ALSO “whatever the previous owners installed”, because I don’t really give a damn what it looks like, as long as it does its job of “floor covering”.
<shrug>
I’m with Sauron on this one.
Being Canadian, when I read the OP I wasn’t sure what bill Ben Franklin is on. Since you said it’s for a bedspread, I guessed that he shows up on the $20…
Silly me.
Maybe I’m just out of touch with the rising cost of bed-linens and related accessories, but the thought of spending $400 on a bedspread boggles my mind. The only things I do in my bedroom are sleep, get dressed and indulge in some hanky-panky with EvilWife. In all three cases, I really don’t care what the bedspread looks like.
hanky panky on a mpb is a WHOLE new level of panky.
I once had the MPB. I loved it. It went beautifully on my queen sized bed. I had picked it out with money from our miscellaneous wedding showers and such. Then we moved…then my mom and dad moved, and suddenly we had the larger house. My mom pressed us into taking her king sized bed in trade for our queen. It’s a nice bed…Stone County Iron Works…but my precious, my MPB went with the queen sized bed. Now I have this crappy plain green cheapo JCPenney thing-a-ma-job. Very uncool. Did I mention that my queen sized super soft Egyptian cotton sheets had to go with it? wails
FB
(who is now inspired to embark on the hunt for the MPB, and possibly redecorate the master suite)
http://www.domestications.com/parent2.asp?product=E10539x
Here is my MPB, Somehow it ended up in my ex’s possession, and I am too broke to buy a new set 
Dude, my girlfriend and I just bought a new BED and spent that much. I can’t imagine it either. Unfortunately, I don’t think us guys have the right equipment to understand.
Four. hundred. dollars. for a. fecking. bedspread? A bedspread, for the love of God? A dishwasher, sure, a new armoire, certainly, a compound miter saw, without a doubt, but a bedspread? I’m just not seeing it, to be honest.
Compound miter saw! I don’t know why, but that cracked me up.
Un uh, no, it’s not that you’re male. I’m in possession of a pair of x’s and I’m stunned by the thought of anyone spending $400 on a piece of fabric that basically does nothing but look pretty when the bed is made. Even if I had more money than I knew what to do with the thought of buying something like that for that price would never occur to me. Ever.
You beat me to it. Strikes me as being a horribly misplaced value system, particularly if I understand that this is the THIRD such “most perfect bedspread.”
And to try to wangle it through deception sounds like compounding the fault.
Strangely, even WITHOUT the MPB, life goes on…
Aries28, it’s on ebay? Where? My room is those colors. I’ve been looking…
I take these pills for compulsive behaviors, especially shopping. And sometimes it is all I can do to keep buying.
I understand. If you don’t get it, it will haunt you for the rest of your life. It will be the one that got away. You will regret it. You know you will.
Remember Nike.
You know.
do it.
just
do
it.
No, my Dark Lord, no! You must NEVER ask a question about color schemes (paint schemes are a subdivision), ESPECIALLY in doubt! It’s like if the Dark Lady were to ask you why the Texans didn’t run a particular play there.
See, if Dark Lady asks you that, you know that she doesn’t know much of anything about it, so you could probably work in something about squids and the price of Tibet and get a jewel-encrusted marital aid out of the deal, too.
And so it goes with color schemes. I was lucky to escape with my bank balance intact when fizzy and I had A Discussion about furniture. I saw no reason not to buy crap furniture, knowing it would only be needed for a year or two. fizzy wanted furniture more than twice as expensive that would still probably only last a year or two. “Because it’s PRETTIER!”, she said.
And so it is with color schemes. You must NEVER ask about this, my Dark Lord. For if you do, then she knows that You Do Not Know. And at that point you might as well hand her your testicles in a small ziplock bag and your bank account (and credit cards) with a checkbook full of blank, signed ones.
Show no weakness. If you do not see how in the world a chartreuse rug fits with a purple/white scheme, look at the price tag. Look at the fabric. Look at the gross national product of Tibet (Tibet is awfully useful in times like these). Find something. Then regroup, walk away and look at, oh, chocolate. See, chocolate is a LOT cheaper. I would much rather spend $30 on a box of Godivas (knowing I will get some of them) than $600 on a piece of jewelry fizzy will wear once or twice a year (we haven’t had Another Discussion about furniture, thank Og, because we currently have no room for any).
Show no weakness. Ask no “how can this possibly be?” questions. She will find a way or she will make one or she will make one up, and, my Dark Lord, while your talents are many and … ah, exuberant, color schemes are not your thing (all black for how many thousand years? Surely you could have gone with a navy blue or hunter green for a few centuries…).
Oh. How’s it going finding that ring?
The $400 boggles my minds, too. I felt extravagant getting a bed-in-a-bag that included comforter, bed skirt, shams, sheets and pillows cases on sale for around (I think) $80 six years ago. If I’d spent much more, I’d be feeling really bad now that the cat has taken to attacking the comforter - he’s made it look a bit tatty, but we’ve gotten 6 good years out of it, so I’m not too upset.
May I point out that the artiste Mr Daddy has addressed your problems re the notes displaying Mr Franklin’s countenance.
Wisely he cousels :
I think there is a lesson in that for all of us.
If I reads between the lines correctly he’s saying buy the bedspread.