Supernatural Botanicals

     And from the drop-dead-gorgeous files, we have the Tuscany Bramasole bed.  (think Bramasole villa in Under The Tuscan Sun.)  This is luxury bedding at its finest (a favorite indulgence of mine.)    How could you leave this room?  Ever?  Gorgeousness!  A total sanctuary. 

I mean, it’s completely unattainable to recreate.  Unless you are sharing your room with a really great carpenter, you are probably not going to achieve ceilings this high or columns and wall architecture this intricate.  I think I could do my best DIY project and recreate this room somewhat, but that ceiling height is untouchable.   I’m loving those argyle columns at the top.  Very chic.

It’s a great look to steal.  Rich, buttery hues of golds and yellows against the deep dark finish of the bed…perfection.  The khaki bedding works well with the overall hues, as opposed to fighting them with patterns or opposing color combinations.  I’m against the rug, however.  Upon first glance, I see Santa Fe.  I need something more Italian and less New Mexico.  The colors work, the pattern does not, in my opinion.  I’d like to see a longer fibered, softer, more luxurious rug.  Bedrooms need a soft place for your feet, espeically if you have hardwood or tile as the main flooring.  A rug is also a great way to update a room and make it feel completely different in one step.   

If you adore interior design and houses, you’ll love my friend, Julia’s, blog, Hooked on Houses.  Such a great blog.  Check out her Dali Wall Decals today. 

   Ah, luxury bedding.  Is there anything better than luxury bedding?  You could have the worst day in the world and your mind could be in 25 different places, but something about slipping into a bed dressed in luxury makes it all go away.  There’s something very meditative and calming about beautiful bedding.  It’s very zen. 

Your bedroom is a place you don’t want to skimp on.  It’s the ultimate spot for indulgent “me” time.  I throw “me” time around like I get a lot of it.  I don’t.  I probably get as much ”me” time as you do.   But remember the term “quality, not quantity” coined by guilt-ridden parents in the 80s?   I’m not sure how effective that was on children, but it certainly applies well to other areas.  So we all can’t lay around in bed all day, but at least six hours a day will be spent in your bedroom, so make it your sanctuary.  Your ultimate “me” time place.   

Luxury bedding means something different to everyone, it’s all relative obviously, but to me, it’s about thick, ultra-soft cotton sheets (flannel actually feels like the thickest, most soft cotton you’ve ever felt after you’ve washed it several times and use lots of Downy.)  A luxurious blanket made of the softest material you can find, and a fluffy white down comforter rolled down to make it look tripled in size.  Back in the day, I had tons of accessory pillows on my bed.  Today, I go with what works…practical and beautiful.  I use three king sized pillows pillows for each side of the bed, meaning six in total (see picture.) 

If your mattress hasn’t seen new sheets in a while, it’s time to stage a bedroom intervention.  Stick with simplistic colors, like white or camel, as it’s (A) more zen and (B) easier to accessorize the rest of your room with.  Keep the overall goal of zen/beautiful/luxury in mind when shopping.  Don’t get too far off track .  Yes, Calvin Klein will try to tempt you with wild animal prints and Laura Ashley will tempt you to sleep in the land of precious with dainty flowers, but that’s not zen.  And, it’s just downright mean making your husband sleep in Laura Ashley.  Seriously!  Men do not want to wake up like a princess. 

And no time like the present!  Tomorrow is Valentines day, so do a room intervention tomorrow morning so your luxury bedding will be ready for your Valentines picnic in bed.   Just watch the red wine on the sheets.

*If you adore interiors and homes as much as I do, you’ll love my friend Julia’s blog, Hooked On Houses.  Such a great blog if  you are hooked on houses like we are!  Go say hi to Julia, she’ll be glad you stopped by.