When I am in a writing place…everything seems relevant! Everywhere I go there is another story to be told, a line to be remembered or an insignificant something that becomes incredibly significant! Like this one!
I recently bought myself a beautiful new down comforter for my bed. It is a steely blue, light, and broken up into small identically stitched squares. When I throw it over my bed it looks neat, no matter what, because of those squares and how they keep all of the down in place. Gone are the days of standing on top of my bed, shaking my puff furiously in an effort to redistribute the down to more than one end! Ahhh….so I put it on my bed and noticed that my pillowcases seemed a bit ratty. After investing in some rather wonderful 600 count Egyptian cotton ones I thought I was done. But no. This new puff came with its own set of challenges. It was not warm enough…and so I was on the search for the perfect blanket to put under my new puff! I know, I know…can you say crazy. I found, of course, not one, but two perfect blankets and so I had to buy them both! One is a soft wonderful fleece, perfect for the winter and the other is this fabulous white cotton that will bring my bedroom into the spring and summer months with great crispness!
“Mom, your room is like really beachy, “Zachary informed me last night. As I looked around I agreed with him, spying the blue and white coloring, the beach photos I had framed and taken at Martha’s Vineyard as well as my new bed apparel. I responded that it was like this when we moved in and that I was just going with the color scheme. But he was completely right. It was beachy! But heck, I live close enough to the beach to have a beachy room now don’t I? It is a calm, peaceful place that I just love sleeping in. It is cozy, clean and just right for me!
So, what is it that I felt the need to write about? Well, I have a confession. My confession is that at the age of 42 I am finding that I have a strong desire to make my bed EVERY day! I have never made my bed every day. Sure the rogue day might come along when I would actually make it and like it, but it was never more than a passing fancy. This time though, it feels different. Is it the new bedding? Absolutely, but more than that is that for the first time since I can remember my bed is tucked in! I LOVE this cozy feeling of more than the big puff floating on top of me. No, instead I have myself neatly enveloped inside my bed and I am waking up feeling so incredibly rested…I just can’t even tell you! And so, therein lies my new biggest confession…that at 42, I am finally making my bed everyday…well, almost every day!
Just thinking…..
