where the magic happens.

We've been mattress shopping the past few weeks.

At first, I was totally on board. Shopping that I get to do while lying down? I was dedicated: I wore comfortable sweatpants. I spent at least 7 minutes on each bed, testing my back, my side, etc. I asked the store to dim the lights and put on the easy listening station. The one that overplays Michael Bolton that new indie band that's really cool. and hip.

But after a while, they all felt the same. I started to get anxious, trying to figure out what I was supposed to get out of the seven minutes. I had phantom back aches and ankle aches and stomach aches. The bed was too soft. too hard. too mushy. too firm.


So, I did what I do any time I need a little assistance in forming my own opinion. I went online. Only problem was that mattress reviews are all. over. the. place. Apparently, even consumer reports won't touch the things because people's opinions vary so much.

How can I form an opinion based on other opinions if no one can agree?


Thankfully, we managed to figure it out. And so far, so very comfortable. (yes, I am in it right now. and yes, I do have a hard time getting out of it in the morning.)

What's lovely is that it's giving me a whole new appreciation for our entire bedroom. I want to stay in this cozy room for hours, sleeping and napping and resting my eyes...you get the picture.

It took us a long time to put together our bedroom - for a year we slept in a room with about fifteen different purple paint swatches on the wall. But then we remembered we hate purple. And it started to finally get really cozy.


And I love the cozy.