nest

Everyone who knows me knows that I have a problem with sleep. Not that I have trouble sleeping...I really have a hard time thinking of any malady worse than that. Those rare nights where I just can't sleep for hours turn me into a cranky, depressed, irrational individual. Fortunately, my usual problem is just that I love sleeping soooo much. I am very protective of the number of hours of sleep that I get each night. My bed is my favorite place in my house. I get a mini-endorphin rush when I finally lay down at night. So I thought it only made sense to share the [very simple] thing that brings me so much happiness. It consists of an Ikea bedframe, a mattress from a friend, sheets from home, and right now, a pillow I made for Will about three years ago [my bed is more put-together than his, so I get it for now] and a sweet silk one that some lady in Old Town [again!] who was moving permanently to her law offices in the Caribbean was selling. Oh, and I was sort of sad that I didn't have a taller headboard, so I made one with twinkly lights, which are a little wonky right now from me leaning up against them. But I love twinkly lights.

[And of course, my tiger. Should I be embarrassed that I have a stuffed tiger on my bed at this point in my life? Oh what the cuss. He's staying.]