The kids returned after being away for a week on a family cruise. They had a great time and brought me back all kinds of cute bits and pieces of Mexican art and jewelry. Nothing expensive, because I love the cheap tchotchkes. I have a new magnet for my filing cabinet, a ceramic Aztec mask, a bright yellow agate toucan—that sort of thing. I’m in heaven. 🙂

Last night I climbed into my own bed and was asleep in two seconds. Swear. My bed has a pillow-top mattress and a memory foam pad on top of it. I rarely turn my mattress, because I like that slight hollow my body has made in all that foam. It’s like a cuddle when sink into it. Plus, my collection of cushions—large, small, furry, silky—get tucked around me, too. Under my neck, at the small of my back. Ahhhhh.

So, do you love your bed? Does it feel like a cuddle when you climb inside the covers?

Btw. That pic is not my bed. My bed has a sturdy Shaker-slatted frame. My quilt top is covered in orange and red medallions, and the colors of the pillows make it look like the inside of a gypsy’s wagon…