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I always wanted to be the type of girl…
who slept on white bedding. A girl like that made her bed every single day. A girl like that tucked the corners of her sheets in with military precision. A girl like that did not sleep beside a tumble of books, the length and breadth of an actual human being, a literary security blanket, rendering the full sized bed a twin instead. A girl like that never snuck a chocolate chip cookie in the middle of the night or ate popcorn in bed while watching Netflix on her computer. A girl like that was a grown up.
This woman bought flowers once a week and they slept beside her on her nightstand. She didn’t have to set nine alarms in order to wake up. She just sat up after the first one went off, all fresh faced and gorgeous, and started her day (after making her bed first, of course).
I wanted to be this girl for so long. When my parents split, I needed to pick out bedding for my mom’s and I wanted white but of course, would you let a high school girl with two giant dogs have white bedding? Then for my dorm, I chose the girliest and preppiest bedding you can imagine because I figured soon I would have to forgo to the pink for something more wedding registry appropriate (a whole other story, friends) which I used for years. Until of course, I moved to San Francisco where of course, I wanted white bedding. But I wasn’t that girl, that woman. I was in the middle of an adventure which included trying to figure out who the heck I was so I chose the comfort of gray. I do love gray.
But there is something about white bedding. Do you know what I mean? There is something about someone who can maintain white bedding. They must have it more together than the rest of us, right?
I’ve decided that I can be that woman who sleeps on white bedding. I can even be the woman who sleeps on Anthropologie bedding (huge sale, huge….incredible, honestly). The fact that it is white and from Anthro will surely stop the cookie and popcorn in bed. And the gorgeousness of it will have me making it every single day and working at my desk after work like a proper young woman, in my imaginary apartment.My bedding, via the huge sale at Anthro. I went with different shams/pillows though. Follow me on pinterest here. And don’t forget the raffle for an amazing print hand lettered by, Jasmine.
The girl who now owns white bedding