Queen of Pillows
I am the artistry Queen of Pillows! Pillows are an art form and in any decor they should be used abundantly especially in bedrooms and on any sofa or sectional. You should choose a vast array of colors, prints, fabrics and shapes to complete the pillow art form of your desire. If you make your bed an artistic palette, then forget the fact that every night before climbing into bed, you must remove all of these pillows from the bed or that in the morning, when you make the bed, all the pillows must be arranged once again in perfect order. Don’t concern yourself with these minor details because after doing the pillow artistry dance for a few weeks, you too will become a Queen of Pillows. Do I sound a little Martha Stewart-esque?
My family insists that I have a “pillow” fetish and maybe they are right. I have nine pillows on my bed and I actually think a few more pillows would have a better visual effect. The sectional in my family room has merely fifteen pillows easily manageable for the Van Gogh of pillow art! I find myself constantly fluffing and rearranging the pillows until my artful eye gazes on total perfection. When I enter a department store my legs and feet just know instinctively that they must walk towards the home section of the store. It’s there, in the back of the store that I find the pillows, waiting in their bins for me touch and fuss over them. The pillows seem to sense that an artist has arrived because each one does all it can to stand out from the rest hoping that I will reach for it and place it in my cart. After my purchase, I am jubilant and so excited to get home and introduce the new colors and shapes to my growing pallet of art.
Every now and then, I don’t have enough time to make our bed before heading to work so my husband, makes the bed for me and I know what he’s thinking as he makes our bed because of the way he treats my pillows. I come home in the evening and find my beautiful pillows thrown every which way on our bed. I cringe when I see them in total disarray and I immediately want to repair the damage to my pillow art all the while knowing that if I do my husband will say “is there something wrong with the way I made the bed?” Crap! I move away from the bed, I can’t look at the destruction as it will suck me in begging for my artistic hand. I don’t want to upset my husband but it’s another four hours until bed time and my inner voice keeps telling me that I must re-paint the bed.
This must be what it felt like for Vincent van Gogh before he cut off his ear