I am just realizing how misleading the title of this blog is, being that I HATE food in my bed. A crumb in my bed is my absolute worst nightmare. I am not OCD, or even particularly clean, but when it comes to my bed, I am about as anal as my 85 year old Jewish grandmother. I shower every night before I go to sleep, simply because I don’t want to dirty up my pristine haven. As much as I love having friends over, I fear the inevitable moment when I see even the corner of their shoe graze my white quilt as they climb up to sit on my bed. These obsessive tendencies all stem from one thing: the absolute loveliness of my bed.
I decided to write this blog after I kept getting asked what my passions were in life (apparently you are supposed to have passions after you graduate college). I could never come up with anything other than my bed and eating. As pathetic as that sounds, I thought “Well, maybe I know something about beds and eating that I could share with people that they would actually care about”. I may not be able to make the most beautiful bed, but I sure know what pillow-top mattress to buy at Kohls and that a Queen is a world away from a double. And I may not be able to cook an amazing four course meal, but I sure do know how to find them.
--Written while lying smack-dab in the center of my bed
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