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Sleeping with The Enemy

I’m not really one to make rules for myself. I’m a go-with-the-flow kind of gal. I’ll try almost anything once, and I rarely freak if a risk I take doesn’t end in my favor. But that doesn’t mean that there aren’t certain standards by which I live. Let me explain.

I don’t let just anyone or anything into my bedroom. My bed is a cone of trust. You don’t get to enter it, especially with me, unless I know that you won’t betray me. It’s a Becca law that I have always honored.

cat in bed like human

Jack = Allowed

This being said, something has happened to this law. I have broken it.

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An Unconventional Love Affair

My bed

(I’ll just apologize now, all my photos are taken from your basic Iphone 4. I am not a photographer, nor do I claim to be, but I will be taking a class soon. I Might purchase a decent camera while I am at it. Can’t hurt right?)

You are looking at my me spot. My sanctuary. Where the magic happens. The coma inducer. My office. My bed.

I have a pretty epic love affair with my bed. Just look at all those pillows. How could I not? My comforter has multiple personalities, and I am okay with it. One side is composed of a silk soft suede, while the other is a thick and coarse, yet gentle wool like material. When I get under those covers, it is like being stuffed in to one giant UGG boot. Back to the pillows. Those are the real seducers. There is almost a science I have developed to positioning my pillows for optimum slumber. As you can see in the picture, they are also very versatile. One moment they are my little spoon, and the next a desk. Impressive right?  Read the rest of this entry

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