In the summertime I basically live out of a suitcase. Granted, it’s a very pretty suitcase with it’s silky, poppy bow tie interior, a la a Kate Spade and Steamline collaboration, but it’s still a suitcase that sits in the doorway of my second bedroom awaiting its next destination. For me, it’s no problem. My life in sawdust has me living out of suitcases even when it’s not summer. I am acclimated to the versatility that is required to make oneself at home, whether it’s your home or not.
I wish I could say that I adapt to my varied sleeping conditions with as much nonchalance as I do the traveling part of my existence, but never having been a great sleeper, I like my bed, its pillows, my sheets, the blankets, and all the other accoutrements that lend themselves to a restful sleep, or at the very least give you something beautiful to look at as you lie awake.
Cue French obsession. I have long admired the French’s interesting custom of placing what appears to be a version of a featherbed, on top of the fitted sheet, and calling it done. Very practical when making the bed in the morning, but not quite enough for me. Since I love a coverlet, with all it’s smooth sleekness, I want that, and a top sheet so I can stick my toe in the corner when it wants to shake all the energy that’s still hopping around inside of me – out. There is something so relaxed and elegant all at the same time about this floating cozy cloud that sits atop all the other bedding that I fell hard for.
Low and behold, didn’t I just spy these beauties in one of my favorite South End stores – Willey Boston. Now they are not French – they are produced here in the US – LA specifically, and I love the fact that Beatta Henrichs Lieb started making them out of her garage – Hedgehouse was born….and later having her very good friend and ex-MTV Executive join the company to support its growth. Though they don’t say it, I have a sneaking suspicion that they are in fact influenced by this French custom.
The concept of a portable mattress that you can take anywhere, and lay your head down in comfort and style is brilliant. I don’t just want one, I want a half dozen. They will be perfect in The Manse. Jo-Jo will make me buy them myself, but it’ll be worth it. Sometimes knowing what your heart desires is more than half the battle.
Sleep tight this Sunday night.