There’s just something about the imperfect. It’s more interesting, there’s more character, a story behind it. I mean, I could try to convince myself that about all the diy we still have left to do in our house but that’s different haha.
An unmade bed is so much more inviting, more so than a made bed. Everything where you left it, ready for you to crawl back in and resume sleep. The covers thrown back from leaping out in the morning or ruffled up sheets from a lazy afternoon.