Totally simple, right? Well, I'm a chronic non-bed-maker. My whole life, I've just not been very good at doing it. But since November, I've embraced the bed-making! It doesn't matter if the sheets are pressed, or if everything is tucked just so. I just make it. Simply and neatly. This space we live in now is a quirky one. The building is a converted brownstone. So, while it's about twice the size of our 1 bedroom in London, it's much more open plan. Our living room/bedroom space is quite clearly the old parlour of the house. No wall or doors separate the spaces, just a pretty set of built-in shelves. To look at an unmade bed in this layout is to suck all the joy and life and energy out of the space.
My mom was right.
I told The Scot from Day 1 that I wanted to make a point to do this. You have no idea how much it has helped me feel like this space is calm and composed and together - even when it hasn't been.
Lately I've been reading about people doing things to help them be. Yoga, running, setting a daily routine, washing the dishes, etc. etc. It's different for every person. By nature I am a bit of a Muggy Maggie. It takes a concerted effort (plus the help of my excellent husband) to keep my kitchen clean (it very often is a mess of dishes and flour and junk mail on the counter). Laundry often has a hard time getting the whole 10 feet from my side of the bed to the hamper. Neatness takes thought.
My life is a bit all over the place these days. But my bed is made. And that's a start.