God, I hate myself for being such a pig. Apparently.
I Never Make My Bed. Ever. Honestly.
And neither does anyone else in the household.
We do wash the sheets, frequently, say once a week. But we never actually make a formal bed with hospital corners and the stuff arranged just so.
We just shake it all off at bedtime, and dive in. Perfection, in the sense of form following function. Sheets on the bed, pillows on the bed, what more do you want?
I know what a Made Bed is, because I had to do it when I was a kid. I even bought a comforter, pillow shams, and matching curtains, so that I could make my bed in case we had company to impress.
Nicholas appropriated the comforter. It's gold brocade with pink flowers, and the gold matches his hair, and the pink matches his cheeks. I wouldn't dream of taking it back. |
