My Mom had a strict way of making her bed for years.  It felt like 20 different pillows and stuffed ornaments that had to be strategically placed when you wanted to do the favor of making Mom’s bed so I rarely did. (it was my Dad’s bed too and I had a secret love watching him tear up the entire Biggie Best Bazaar of a bed before getting into it. Sometimes he went to bed late no doubt to avoid the battle of harvesting a meadow of tiny florals and frills to get to bed.  It was also required by Mom that Priscilla bear and her friends, one a fat hen, were gently removed from the bed and placed gently on top of the double meter high piles of scatter cushions also from the bed.  I caught dad more than once smacking ‘Henny Penny’ off the end of the bed in the middle of the day just for a secret laugh.  I’m sure I rugby tackled Henny a couple of times too)

Thus from the past is my present bed making philosophy derived – shown above – simple and every day different like painting a new picture to invite me to bed – that is on the days I get around to making it!