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Now that’s a bed! When I saw it, all I could think was, “Right. And I just know I would need one of the books at the very bottom or in some critical structure part of the deal….” Still, how can you not love that bed? I read long ago that we spend a third of our life in bed. ‘Course, that was before technology insisted on intruding – who needs sleep? I do! And, I love my bed. I cherish it. Does it look like this? Not exactly.
First, it’s a king size bed. A California King sized bed, they say. There is no headboard, nor footboard. Once I heard that we spend a third of our life in bed, back in the 70’s, I thought to myself, “Well… Well then, we’ve got to look good. It’s a third of our life!” At the time, that meant ironing the clothes I wore to bed, which, I admit, were spectacular. Lace peignoirs, lovely, floaty gossamer lingerie, feather boa slippers, silk pajamas with jazzy piping. The colors and fabrics of my night clothes were glamorous, subtle, and come hither. No matter, if I spent seven years of my life in celibacy. Oh yes I did. Waiting for that mate, who did, shockingly, arrive finally. Scared the blazes out of my friends in case that would be the path they would have to follow.
During those seven years, I switched from a Queen bed to a King, using my very first real estate agent’s commission to buy a new King size bed. There’s a lot to buying a new bed. They are incredibly expensive, but, as they are to last about 20 years, it prices out over time. And, clearly, I was in for the long haul. Just like a new homeowner wanting to be house proud, a new bed owner will lavish their hard earned monies on sheets, down comforter, duvets, pillow cases.
I spent years finding the right pillows, the best being from a hotel that I called and convinced, long before it was fashionable. to sell me their pillows. I did not care if they were used, they were fabulous pillows! They threw in the 10 pillowcases to go with the 10 pillows I convinced them to sell to me.
I bought a $1,000 down comforter before anybody spent a $1,000 on a used car, much less a comforter. That was a tricky thing. Down comforters were supposed to be warm. All the novels said so, but I was freezing. I called the department store and spoke with the woman who had sold me the comforter. “You’re cold? …. Tell me what you’re doing with it.” Aha! I was smoothing it down, not fluffing it – you have to fluff it to create air pockets and then, trust me, you are warm as a hot piece of toast!
Friends would come to visit and catch sight of my bed, piled with 10 pillows and fling themselves onto the bed, hugging as many of the pillows as they could get their arms and legs around, sighing in pure relaxation at the perfection of the mattress, the pillows, the feel of the duvet against their skin. Later, I found out about the importance of thread count – go for the 1500 thread count… oh my word, you will never go back. Do watch your friends, though. They kept trying to walk off with my pillows.