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Ample Make This Bed

With the days getting shorter now and the temperatures steadily dropping, there is an increased urge to curl up in bed with a good book and a hot cup of tea. Humans spend over 30% of their lives with their eyes closed, sleeping and dreaming and restoring. Sleep is necessary for survival and beneficial to our health (physical and mental) in so many ways. Since we spend so much of our lives in bed, we may as well invest in a great mattress, beautiful sheets and comforters, perfect pillows and a good, solid bed frame.

I can still remember the best night of sleep I ever had. It was about 15 years ago, during the winter at my grandmother’s house in her spare room, which was lined with a dark grey, textured wallpaper. The room had a small window that looked out on to the backyard with heavy drapes that you close to keep out any intrusive light. The star of the room, though, was a beautiful big wooden bed with crisp white sheets and the perfect assortment of layered comforters: a thin wool blanket under a warmer duvet over a cooler top-sheet.  There were four pillows (two firm and two soft) all with freshly laundered pillowcases. I remember waking up in the morning feeling like I had been completely renewed. My grandmother knew how to make up a bed.

Below are five beds that I would gladly spend 30% of my life in! I hope you find them as enticing as I do. To close, I wanted to share a poem by one of my favorite American poets, Emily Dickinson. It’s called Ample Make This Bed.


Ample make this bed.

Make this bed with awe;

In it wait till judgment break

Excellent and fair.


Be its mattress straight,

Be its pillow round;

Let no sunrise’ yellow noise

Interrupt this ground.




Do you have a secret for getting a good night’s sleep?  Share it with everyone in the comments section below!

by Andrew

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I like the 1st one, the wooden material gives the room a classic and royal feel. I also like the white room. It looks simple but have an elegant and modelize design. 2 different style but both amazing.


To me, everything on a bed should look like it just came out of the wash. So, no dusty faux or real fur throws, velvets or other infrequently washed fabrics on the bed, pillows or worse :::shudder::: a dusty old canopy.

Give me freshly laundered and iron pure white cotton percale, a medium weight cotton blanket (still warm and smelling like the dryer) and a crisply pressed duvet cover on a clean goose down duvet. Four pillows, 2 plump and two flatter, a nice cool breeze from an open window and a small, sweet Jack Russell Terrier curled against my hip.


Calm, Forward, Straight

Stiff, fragrant, damask sheets dried on the line… four pillows, two soft, two firm… floral duvet cover wrapped around a fluffy down comforter… freshly showered and shaved… pine trees whispering through lace curtains. Night, night. 😀


The cooler nights mean breaking out the “HWB”… hot water bottle. A very English thing and very cozy. Warms up the bed nicely!

Linda Peterson

One of my favorite memories, of my life with my husband, is from going to bed one winter’s night. The bed was made with goose down pillows, flannel sheets and a fluffy comforter. As I began to drift off to sleep my husband whispered “these are my favorite sheets”. It’s the little things that count.


I like them all…and your description of your grandmother’s bed making reminds me of my own relatives including an aunt who ironed her sheets!


I like the dark one with the (faux) fur throw. The wooden doggie too. I need a electric blanket and my afghan and a TV, I need noise to sleep. I only need 4 hours. I am nocturnal also.

sue t.

Nothing better than slipping into a bed that has fresh sheets that were hung outside to dry. White on white sheets, topped with vintage pillow cases with beautiful tatting. Sleep good. sue t.

Missy Perron

here in new england, a heated mattress pad is key. october thru april. turn it on one hour before retiring and ahhhhhhh. also, we splurged on super high thread count sheets last year and wow, what a difference.

Beverly Nan Murphy

As a youngster, visiting my cousin’s Nana’s farm was a two week wonder. There were bunnies to hug (little did I know) and goats to milk (reason I now love my Beekmans so much) and Fridays we ate hot bean sandwiches on buttered, white Sunshine bread. I was but a visitor and loved the exotic which would probably have killed me had it been a steady diet. The “nest” was similar to the four poster here, high in the eaves of the house, with a gothic window that looked out upon the fields. The showpiece was the home made feather bed, plucked from her chickens which would envelop both of us and made it necessary to be plucked from its’ embrace. No bouncing or jumping on this piece of history. One wonders now how many long gone, weary heads spent a night and how many allergies were resurrected, after a nap. I know it was beaten to within a pulp on the clothesline every spring and left to sun and wind to clean things up. It took two big farmers to drag it down the three flights. The “nest” with fond, long-ago remembers. There were no pillow cases, no pillows were needed, but the top sheep was encrusted with Portuguese lace and smelled of sunny breezes. Ah, to be there, for just one more nap,