Bed

The only way I feel as if I've had a proper day off is if I've spent lots of time in bed, under the blankets, warm, in my pajamas.

My grandmother had a giant bed - my sister and I used to dress up in her silk nightgowns and lay in bed with her. I loved that as a kid. It's one of my very favorite childhood memories. I really loved my grandmother, she was a little nuts, but funny as hell and she really loved us kids, always made us feel really special. I always felt that out of all the grandchildren, she had 19, she liked my moms kids the most - there's probably a lot of truth to that!

My mom has a big bed - LOTS of pillows, and that smell - fresh, clean linens, like she's just changed the sheets. I love my moms bed. I love tucking under her covers and laying there with her, watching t.v., taking naps, talking, reading magazines. I've always felt bad for my brother - boys don't seem as comfortable laying around in bed with their moms, and for me it's the best place to hang out with her.

And of course, when I purchased a bed, my first real purchase as an adult, I bought a California King bed - the largest you can get. I love it so much. I love going to bed, I love waking up in bed, I love making my bed in the morning, and I love messing it up at night. Lately I've been sleeping a lot. 9 hours or more at night. It's insane. I can't seem to get enough rest. It must be because I'm always so busy from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep - bed is the only place where I can be quiet - alone, and not work.