When My Husband Makes the Bed

I am a fastidious bed-maker. When I don't make the bed, I feel as slovenly as if I also didn't shower, brush my teeth, or put on clothes. Husband does not fall into this camp. But because he really loves me, he will consent to making the bed for me if I'm a bit preoccupied. The concession is that he gets to arrange the pillows however he wants them. And because I love him and don't want to correct a job that he is doing entirely for me, I leave them (and take photos) even when the sheets are lopsided. :/

 The Reversal

 The Pillow Tower of Babel

 The Prime Meridian (they run directly down the center of the bed)

 The At Least It's Made

The Chaise Lounge


I wish I had photographed all the funny ones from our entire marriage. It makes me smile to see the silly pillow sculptures. I love my Husband.