I used to think that only women like my grandma, a tidy Clevelander from a certain generation, made their beds every morning. But now, I find myself drawn to making my bed every morning. I’m not sure if this is a mark of my quickly approaching 40’s or just something new that I quite like, but it is a process, people.
This is no “throw the comforter over the top of messy sheets and make it look like it’s made” kinda bed-making, but an actual deconstruction and rebuilding exercise. I find it satisfying to both my sense of design and tendencies towards organization. I used to think it was a waste of time, as I was just going to mess it up every night, but I find that I like getting into a truly made bed. I am getting old, aren’t I?