Pillow Fight Club.

Thoreau said, "I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than to be crowded on a velvet cushion."

Well, yeah.

But you can be sure that if I had spent $434.00 on that velvet cushion, wouldn't nobody but the woman who bought the damn thing be perched on it. You'd just have to find yourself a pumpkin and be happy about it.

While flopping around on the interweb last Sunday, I saw some pillows I would be happy to have, but then I got a look at the price tags:

Barclay Butera Lace Floral pillow updates a traditional print in of-the-moment black and white, showcased on block-printed linen ($434).

(Sorry, I can't give you the link to buy it; apparently you have to add airfare to sunny LA to your purchase price.)

Beautiful nature inspired prints in earthy hues by Koko Company. Features of this Eurosham: 100% printed cotton twill 26 x 26 Eurosham insert included. This item typically ships within 1 - 2 weeks. ($118.00)

The Modern Basics Dot pillow leverages the best aspects of Ultrasuede to create this fun and functional pillow. Dots are die-cut and bonded to the pillow with a special glue. The Ultrasuede is easy to clean and always looks great. 100% Ultrasuede. 18 x 18 with a feather/down insert. Machine wash or dry clean. Colors are chocolate and ivory. ($146.00)

Now, even if I had those kinds of discretionary funds, I like to think that I wouldn't spend them on a throw pillow. (When I think of all the times I've used a throw pillow to rest my spaghetti plate on while watching Project Runway...)

So I just can't stop asking. Who spends 400 dollars on a pillow?

I guess the only pillow I can imagine being worth $400 would be one stuffed with exactly that many one dollar bills.

Please. If you ever spent more than--oh, I don't know, let's be expansive--$100.00 on a throw pillow, will you please, PLEASE email me and tell me why? I won't make fun of you or anything. I just want to know if, now that you've had it a while and had time to rest your stinky old feet on it and roll it up under your head while you have your Sunday afternoon nap, and knock the cat off it a couple hundred times--are you glad to have it, or are you sitting and looking at the couch right now, thinking, "Man, I sure am sick of those throw pillows?"