There is something that my mother will never understand about the beauty of an unmade bed.
how glorious an unmade bed  ~ i am true blue
that black lamp with that unmade bed... perfection.
call me crazy but, I love combing into an unmade bed in a clean room at the end of a long day.

So no pics of my weekend here. Just pics of gorgeous, unmade beds. "Why," you ask. A disheveled bed is the easiest way to tell when I'm under the weather. This weekend I was getting over the cold I had on NYE and my wisdom teeth also decided to join the party. It seriously is time for me to bite the bullet (pun intended), and see a dentist. Ugh. 

I'll be back with a post tomorrow.