I Heart My Bed

If someone were to ask me what my favorite thing about my home is I would say my bed without missing a beat. I love my bed! And more specifically I love being in my bed.



There it is...my bed. I thought briefly about making it up before I took the picture but I'm all about being honest on here. My bed usually gets made once a week...when I change the sheets. I love to just straighten out the covers before I crawl in at night. It's a lived in bed. What else can I say?!

When I was in college the only sitting room we had in those dorms was the bed. I really think this is when the love affair began. I got so used to doing everything (from eating, homework, watching tv, etc.) on my bed and the habit just stuck. I'm sure there are people that think I'm the ultimate in lazy because I spend so much time there but I get stuff done on the bed! It's my absolute favorite place to grade papers and watch TV.

Anyway, after having been gone for so long from my bed, I was really looking forward to getting a good night's sleep in my own bed last night. Y'all know about my flare for travel and I do love it, but the one thing always missing on trips is my bed. I'm still working on how I can fold it up and pack it in with all the other essentials. So far...well I think it's a pipe dream!

When I got home yesterday (and yes it's great to be home!) I brought in my suitcase and immediately put my body in bed for a few minutes. I snuggled down into the feather pillow top and my plethora of pillows. Now that is coming home! I hadn't been home maybe three hours when the power went out. Yep, the lights flicked and the computer turned off...power outage. My first concern was mainly the heat. Since I'd been gone for a while I'd turned the air up (to save money which is a whole other story...grrr) and it was still pretty warm in here. Plus, while it wasn't dark when the power went off it would get that way soon. Being in a hot dark house didn't sound appealing. So I left. I went to get coffee and then shopping with a friend. If I couldn't be enjoying my bed I figured the next best thing was shopping!

I kept calling the power company and every time they kept pushing back the time when the power would be back on. By 9:30 I was afraid that I'd be spending yet another night without my bed. It may sound wimpy but I wasn't staying in a house where the thermostat was hovering around 86 and I couldn't even turn on a fan. After making the decision to come home and gather up my toothbrush and a pillow I was headed to the nearest hotel. Thankfully, when I pulled in my drive lights were on in my house! I had power once again.

I was happy with the power being back on, don't get me wrong, but I was thrilled that I'd be sleeping at home...cradled in pillow top...surrounded by cool pillows...in my comfy sanctuary...in my bed. And after having slept soundly for several hours I'm refreshed and ready to face the day.

I heart my bed!

Conversation Piece

I finally got around to setting up and playing with my digital camera software. It's been a rough go of it...I'm NOT technically savvy so this was torture. I'm sure there is some easy way to get my pictures to the right places and make sure that they are cropped and edited to my liking, but as of yet I've not discovered this way.

This is my conversation piece. It sits in the far corner of my living room on the hope chest next to the entertainment center. My mom and I came up with the idea while we were unpacking things and I was getting settled into my new home. I love it and I think it's beautiful!

The suitcase belonged to my great grandmother (who passed away this year). It's hard sided and the address tag still bares the address of a long ago place. The suitcase reminds me of my love for travel and adventure.

The picture inside is a cross-stitched saying that my mom did for me a few years ago. It also has suitcases on it and says "Life is a journey." I put it in the suitcase because life for me is always a journey and an adventure.

The mask is something I fell in love with in New Orleans. This picture does it NO justice. It's baby pink, the feathers are soft to the touch, and the mask is made completely of sequins. It's beautiful. I was in New Orleans several years ago on a holiday trip with a friend. I look at that mask and I can still feel the nip in the air, the mighty Mississippi flowing along, the hustle of Jackson Square, hear the Christmas carols coming from the cathedral, taste the delicious pasteries and coffee. I love that feeling.

The gloves and handkerchiefs are also from my great grandmother. I look at them and think of times long ago when ladies wore gloves and hats to Sunday service and added a touch of style to a plain handkerchief with embroidery. They've been on a long journey themselves.

It sits in the corner reminding me of where I come from, where I've been, and all the dreams and places I still have to go.