Growing up, while living under my parent's roof, I had to make my bed every stinking day, and I hated it. Countless times I swore, when I had my own place, I would never, ever, make my bed again-- Or set the table! I hated doing that too.
My earliest childhood memories were of learning to say my prayers at night-- Day by day, dear Lord these three things I pray.... Mom also taught me to fold my pajamas and put them under the pillow when I made my bed each morning. Bed-making was not high on my priority list, but as they say, "When Mama's happy, everybody's happy.", so I made my bed and kept the peace.
As I grew older, I insisted on keeping my twin/single bed, rather than upgrading to a double/full bed, because it was smaller and therefore easier and faster to make each morning. As I folded my pajamas and placed them under my lone pillow, I silently longed for the day of an unkept bed. After all, what was the point? I was only going to get back in bed and mess it all up again at night.
For my first apartment, when I was "liberated" from bed making, a funny thing happened. My bed became a priority and I started shopping for new linens and blankets for my first "grown-up" bed-- a double bed with a bed frame passed down to me from a relative. I was surprisingly excited about it and shopped for days in search of the "perfect look" that would be oh so easy to make each morning AND announce my independance and maturity to all the world. When I finished it looked something like this....
Oh yeah, I was one hip, single, 18 year old with my very own "princess bed". And if you can imagine-- it had even MORE pink and MORE ruffles than this charming example. But, it was a comforter, not a bedspread like I'd had at home, so it was easy to make each morning despite the mountains of pillows I insisted were necessary to perfect "the look". Yes, my pajamas went under the very pink pillows and no, I have no idea what I was thinking with all that girly cuteness!
Thank gawd my first apartment only had a one year lease and with my next apartment, the canopy bed and linens got passed onto my younger sister, who was 9 years old at the time, and thrilled beyond words to be covered in all that eyelet, ruffled, pinkness every night.
The next bedroom "look" was ultra modern, for 1978 and a $19.95 budget. I'm sure it was equally as hideous, although I felt much more grown up sleeping under ruffle-less, jewel toned colors minus the fru-fru canopy.
I stayed in that apartment for two years and managed to save for summer and winter "bedding" so I could change the entire look of my room with the seasons; something that became oddly important to my 20 year old self. I'm not sure how it happened, but a few short years after being required to make my bed, I'd become obsessed with bed making!
Good gawd! I'd become my mother... only with more pillows.
Over the years, I moved around a lot and my "taste" (and I use that term loosely) in decor, and especially bedding, changed over the years. From ultra modern to Shabby Chic and everything in between, my current look (at least for this month) is clean and contemporary with tailored bed skirts and structured pillows. I still have a comforter but now it comes with many layers of sheets, blankets and mounds of pillows. It takes about 10 minutes to make the perfect bed each morning-- and that doesn't include ironing the sheets each week.
Did you just cringe?
Yes, I actually iron my very soft, but every wrinkled cotton sheets every time I take them out of the dryer. But, in all honestly, I only iron the top half of the top sheet that shows plus the four pillowcases. The bottom sheet and the bottom half of the top sheet-- totally wrinkled-- and out of sight!
Trust me, I am no Martha Stewart, I just really like to make a nice bed. Maybe it's because there are times I spend way too much time in bed when I'm under the weather, or maybe it's because I so look forward to actually getting into bed at the end of the day. In fact, I can safely say, the best day of the week is the day I change the sheets because they are cool and crisp and all ticked in perfectly.
Okay, go ahead and say it-- I'm a bed-making freak! Although I prefer to think of myself as channeling the frustrated interior designer in me.
So I'm guessing this probably isn't a good time to mention I also collect dishes-- Because I love to set a nice table too? Okay, I'll keep that one to myself.
Has a chore from your youth surprised you as an adult?
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