Her bed was her safe haven. A refuge from the dark thoughts that slithered across her consciousness. Instead, drifting whispers of satin would caress her senses. The sheets like warm hugs that invited her into bed. Vibrant red pillows, soft as clouds. A matching duvet stitched with warmth and care. Cradling her weary body, her limbs growing heavy with sleep. Watching the patterns dance on her duvet, like memories entwined. She slipped a pair of pink thermal socks on her freezing feet. Shook out the demons that leeched onto her veins hungrily. A rainbow blanket spread across the bed, mirroring the giant rug on the floor. A warm body rolling into bed next to her. D, her partner who embodied solace. Her head resting on his chest. Trying to block out her overstimulated mind. Calming down her senses, as she found peace in her sanctuary. Two cats sleeping on her feet, the other downstairs. She grabbed a dream and held onto it, staving off nightmares. Until at last, morning broke, a rare sunny winter’s day. She woke with purpose. Looking over her bedroom with a critical eye. Change was in the air, she was hungry for it. The words appearing before her. She wanted cozy winter nights. The kind where darkness melded with tendrils of frosty air. As she lit flickering candles, casting radiant light. Crackling logs in an imaginary fireplace, their fiery tongues dancing with glee. Cocooned in warmth, a haven from the storm. Yes, she knew what she had to do. Writing a guide on how to style your bed. Creaing a sanctuary where all was peaceful. The moon peering through the window, glistening silver.
Because no matter how bad she was feeling, there was something freeing about making the bed. The care in folding blankets, waiting in cozy slumber. The shaking of the duvet, rippling fabric. The plumping of the pillows, the sound ringing in her ears. It sounded strange, but styling the bed was one of her favourite simple joys. For there was more to it than automated actions. It cultivated her emotional wellbeing like a manicured garden. Promoting relaxation, giving her security. Taking her mind off her worries and strifes. It was just one simple task, but it was so much more. One of the first things she did in the morning. That set the mood for the rest pf the day. Making her productive, while enhancing her mood. She smiled. Conjuring up the changes she would make to bring joy to her bed once more. Glancing at her bed frame awash with gold and silver. Imagining a new paint job, a lick of seafoam green. A new duvet to make her heart light up with glee. The softest cushions that her cats would be begging to sleep on. Throws that with one glance would make her feel at ease. For a dreamy bedroom started with its core. A bed that made you want to sleep in it. A bed where you could watch movies, swathed in blankets. A bed where you could breathe a sigh of relief. Most of all a bed that felt completely and authentically you. After all, to style your bed, you want a sanctuary, a refuge, and a lounge room.
Bed Frames Beyond Your Wildest Dreams
Another day passed, her idea coming to fruition. Imagining the redecorating she would do after the holiday period. That yawning period in January where the world was silent. Finding something purposeful to do, that would transform their bed. She glanced at the white Bed frame, littered with cat scratches. Remembering Luna, their youngest cat, in the dead of night. Poised on two feet, her paws scraping at the bed. It had been a while since Luna had defiled their sleep palace but change was needed. Searching for a Wooden bed frame that was durable. That would transcend time and space, one that they would use for years to come. She closed her eyes, as the dream frame floated into her consciousness. A solid pine bed frame finished in stunning low sheen lacquer. Running her hands over the bed frame, gasping at the slatted headboard. Wandering over to the low foot end, marvelling at the craftmanship. A bed frame that reminded her of her Aunty’s room. A large wooden bed frame, surrounded by calming green. Rustic yet classic. Cozy all year round. The new bed frame would make their room look larger. A classic appeal with natural finishes that would never be out of style. Though A was never one to follow trends, she followed a simple rule. To style your bed effectively, you had to go for pieces that would be beautiful in the past, present, and future!
It was important to remember that the right bed frame would provide stability and support not just for the bed, but her back too. Helping to distribute their weight evenly, relieving pressure on their bodies. Important for their comfort and their sleep. But she had no idea that the right bed frame would prolong the life of their mattress too. Keeping the mattress clean, and free from dirt. Though she preferred wooden bed frames, there were other options too. Frames made from metal, upcycled materials or upholstered fabric. Plain frames, colourful frames, even printed frames. It wasn’t just about aesthetics either. Choosing a frame had to fit in with the type of mattress that they had. Platform frames for memory foam mattresses. A solid wood or metal base with no springs. A box spring used with innerspring mattresses. A storage frame to maximise space in the bedroom.
Cozy Winter Duvet Styling Ideas
She sat on the double mattress, hearing the gentle hum of the washing machine downstairs. Her sheets, duvet cover and cushion cover twirling in the wash. A blank canvas waiting to be picked up. She would change the duvet for a higher tog while she waited. Swapping out the thin duvet for a higher tog, making her bedroom more cozy and inviting. She had spent so many weeks burrowing into her blankets, frozen in winter. A warmer duvet would envelop her in warmth. Having a positive impact on the quality of her sleep. But she wouldn’t go for the heaviest tog. She wanted a duvet that made her feel safe, not caved in. It’s why she didn’t like weighted blankets, or hated pressure on the duvet. Something in between that would cocoon her in heaven. Sleeping cats dancing in between sheets. Hands wrapped around her favourite mermaid mug, a steaming cup of herbal tea. When it came to the do’s of styling your bed, changing the duvet tog was just the beginning. Choosing a duvet cover was just as important. Her personal preference for cotton brushed sets. A combed cotton set that was soft yet strong. Less likely to fray than normal cotton. A duvet cover that felt breathable but cozy.
The most warming styling idea of all? The colours that she gravitated towards, to make her bed inviting. In winter she leaned towards reds like burgundies. A colour that was confident and rich. A statement colour that paired beautifully with the green accent hues in her room. Energetic and bold, the warmest colour on the spectrum. The hue that was once her favourite colour, combined with her current hue of the month…green. After all, the perfect bedscape was colour-coordinated, and represented her bold personality. She opened the blinds in the bedroom, inviting pools of winter light onto the bed. The sun began to wane, its golden rays stretching thinner. The glimpse of the crescent moon on the horizon, draped in silver. The duvet cover, sheets and cushions were dry at last. Warmed by the radiator, slipping into her waiting arms. The red so vibrant, shaking off tinsel that the cats had ripped apart. Laying it onto the freshly ironed sheets. The cats racing to see who would get the prime spot. The oldest, L had stole the space. Stretching black paws out langorously, exposing his belly for A to stroke. Eyes half closed, purring, begging for attention.
Bed Throws To Turn Up The Heat
If A could live in a blanket fort, she would. Layering blankets like her own sweet escape. Made up of blankets, bed sheets, throws and cushions. She crawled on her knees inside. Her ginger, white and black tortoiseshell cat waggling her tail. Though some would layer fairy lights like trinket treasures, she kept it simple. As the chaos of life outside began to fade. A fortress of solitude and bliss, where she would lose time with cats. Marvelling at the blankets of comfort that were layered with care. As she built her castle of tranquility, keeping doom at the door. Trapping out the negative energy, revelling in her sacred blanket fort. Even in her bed, her throws and blankets were just as important. A fluffy ombre rainbow throw in pastel pinks and the lightest of yellows. Baby blues and soft creamy whites. A large throw blanket for when she wanted to disappear into sleep. Shutting out the outside world. Blue and red tartan throws that lived downstairs on the sofa bed. Her ginger cat’s favourite resting spot, tangled up in fluff.
Her blankets were just as memorable. Smaller Lilo & Stitch blankets in pink and blue. For the cats who curled up at the bottom of her feet. L, the oldest taking to making biscuits on them. A gentle purr escaping his mouth with ecstacy. After all, when it came to styling your bed, the furnishings you had mattered. For A, blankets and throws were some of her favourite things. They were decorative, aesthetically pleasing to look at and brang joy to the family. They were a movie must-have, and a sick day need. A comfort crutch, and a soothing reminder. A self-care ritual and a holistic wellness embracer. Above all, bed throws made her embrace the cold winter nights without dread. It was no secret that A was a summer girl at heart. And yet, there was something wonderful about winter. Where frost-kissed trees would stretch their frozen limbs. The air crisp with a biting cold that made A yearn to stay inside. A time that would teach her to slow down, and stay present. Not jump ahead, leaping into spring. Staying in the here and now, lulled by the stillness of secrets untold.
Cushions To Make Your Bed Pop
The cushions would mould to her contours like a lover’s caress. Her on her side, sleeping like a cat, the cushion underneath. Luring her into the land of nod, stars like radiant jewels that adorned the night. Tracing constellations, from Orion’s belt to the ethereal Pleiades. Whispering stories written in tongues that only sleep knew. A cosmic dance, that her dreams kept in a hidden box in her mind. Igniting dreams with celestial might, their essence gleaming. Day or night, her cushions were her old faithful. Comforting, cozy, radiant. Familaur, her scent imprinted. Picking off the cat hair that matted its centre. Smiling bemused. She took great care when choosing her cushions. From the material, to the stuffing, colour and prints, her cushions were the centrepiece of her bed. She glanced at her current love affair. A gray foraging fox with a red and white knitted scarf. Sleeping on a red canvas, white twinkly stars gently cascading. A small piping of green around the edges, a matching duvet underneath. A print that made her feel festive, that made her fall in love with Christmas. The colour that she gravitated towards during colder months. But the biggest sell? Its soft fleecy fabric with a manmade filling pad. Like a warm hug in a cushion that turned her insides to goo.
Though A’s personal preference was for soft-brushed cushion, other natural materials like linens were just as good. Natural, breathable, and eco-friendly. Plumping up the (vegan) stuffing inside. Though some cushions used duck feathers, she was cruelty-free. Opting for fabrics that didn’t use animals, that were feel good. The colours, print, and sizing all made an impact too. The aforementioned pillow small, but mighty. A contrast to the printed pink leopard cushion, and the floral yellow pillow that she had on the bed. Unafraid to mix colours and prints. Matching, yet different enough to make a statement. After all, it was important to consider your personal taste to style your bed effectively. For A that meant colour-cordination, print mixing and embracing maximalism. A was never going to be a minimalist, not today, not tomorrow. A was just as eclectic in her fashion too. Monochromatic bold colours like cobalt blues, and tangerine oranges. Lemon yellows and pastel greens.
‘Bed Furniture’ To Bring Joy
She had got into bedscaping recently. Making her bed look not only aesthetically pleasing, but adding adjacent furniture too. In one of her old rooms, she had a bench at the end of her bed. White quilted pleather, where she could sit and rest, while stretching out her back. One step closer to her bed, adding detail to a bedroom that sparkled with personality. Some said it was pointless, but to A it was a talking point. A way to tie in her decor, functional and pretty. Though she didn’t have one for many years, she looked back on it fondly. Remembering bedroom furniture that added style to her bed. In her then blue and white room, with a large bay window. A rented room from another time. Now, she had a nightstand, and area rugs. A nightstand with a vintage noir lamp that her Aunty gifted last year. Cabinets filled with old trinkets, and cards from yesteryear. But it was the area rugs that were the biggest talking point. A graffiti style medium sized rug next to the bed. One she designed herself in varying shades of purple. A larger more grander rug in rainbow ombre hues that spread across the majority of the wooden floor.
While there was a range of ‘bed furniture’, bed benches, nightstand’s and area rugs were A’s go to. Bed Benches because she got reach into the highest points of her wardrobe without asking for help. A bench where she could sit down and read. Where a cat or three had been known to sleep peacefully, their whiskers twitching. From pleather, to wood, metal, and upcycled fabrics, the benches came in every material inconceivable. The night stand just as practical. Some small, some in between. Wooden, bamboo, velvet, some made of marble. Two draws or three, storage solutions, and a keeper of books. But an area rug was the greatest of them all. Stretching across the whole bedroom, starting underneath the bed. Preventing unwanted furniture movement, no wobbling in sight. Given that A was clumsy, it even cushioned her falls once or twice too! But the best thing about having an area rug? The sight of cats, curved tails flicking. Lounging with regal air, soft paws on a thick pile rug. Sometimes sleeping, sometimes running. Always adorable. She would smile, as she tip toed into the room. Her black cat, and tabby grooming each other with tender love. Slipping into feline dreams, curled up in mirrored balls. She switched off the light and breathed a sigh of relief. Her cozy winter bed had come to life.
How Do You Style Your Bed In Winter?
Please note this is a collaborative post but all thoughts are my own and are not affected by monetary compensation. I would love to know how you style your bed for winter.