Sleeping Around

Inspired by the writings of my wicked smart funny friends Jesse Seret (Perfect Calm), Trish Deitch (Distant Dock), Jessica Schickel (Chagrin and Bear It), Jen Sincero (Hey Little Bad Ass), and Janine Schulz (Oiling of a Rusty Mind), and encouraged by people I’ve met here and there, I will now commence the blog. Maybe just about beds. Maybe about other things too. But the beds are a constant. I’ve been keeping record of every mattress, hammock, waterbed, and couch I’ve spent the night on for some time, as many of you know.

Not every bed makes it into the bed collection. Sometimes I forget to take a picture. Once my computer was stolen on a night train in deepest India and I lost an important year of photos. Sometimes the beds in which I’ve slept would cause too much of a stir if made public, so. But there are lots beds in the bed collection. And stories behind each one.

If beds bore you then there is still some hope for us having a blogger/reader relationship. Let’s see how it goes. I’m only about 80% comfortable with this set up and welcome your input.

Love and kusheln from my red velvet bed in Berlin,

Noa
June, 2010
~ Saturday, January 28 ~
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Little Dream Resort, Dambulla, Sri Lanka (January 28, 2012) — Claire came to visit the set and fetch me for my next adventure so I gave her my bed in Lucinda’s room and checked into Little Dream down the road for about 1/10 the price. Claudia of continuity was also checked in. We ate eggs and toast together in the morning in the owner’s living room while they watched a serial on TV. There was a frog in my bed and the fan didn’t work. I dreamed little at little dream. It was all part of the experience.  Temperature: A little too hot and muggy. No sheet required. Reading Material: A few pages of Madame Bovary

Little Dream Resort, Dambulla, Sri Lanka (January 28, 2012) — Claire came to visit the set and fetch me for my next adventure so I gave her my bed in Lucinda’s room and checked into Little Dream down the road for about 1/10 the price. Claudia of continuity was also checked in. We ate eggs and toast together in the morning in the owner’s living room while they watched a serial on TV. There was a frog in my bed and the fan didn’t work. I dreamed little at little dream. It was all part of the experience. 

Temperature: A little too hot and muggy. No sheet required.

Reading Material: A few pages of Madame Bovary