I think I accidentally entered a Mattress Portal 
(aka, one of those metaphors that slaps you mid-to-do list)

So I ordered a new mattress. It arrives today.
Not for my main bed—for my backup bed.
Yes, I have one.
For reasons mostly spelled:
S-N-O-R-I-N-G.
The one I retreat to when the snoring reaches:
aggressive bear in an echo chamber levels.

It’s been my little sanctuary.
And technically, it worked.
Not perfect. Not new.
Not mine.
It used to belong to a teenage boy.
And it smelled like it--
like a locker room footnote no amount of spiritual bypassing could fix.


So I:

• scrubbed it
• saged it
• Febrezed it within an inch of its life
• disguised it with blankets
• accessorized it with throw pillows

Like it was an HGTV dorm room detox—trauma edition.

And for a while, I convinced myself it was fine.
Until I thought- maybe it’s time for an upgrade.

So I finally made the call.
Ordered the same mattress we have in the main bedroom.
Didn’t overthink it.
Didn’t spiral for two weeks.
Just clicked “Buy.”


And then…
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Suddenly the old one felt:
⊹ supportive
⊹ familiar
⊹ kinda comfy

It was giving:
“Maybe this isn’t so bad after all?” energy.

That’s when I realized:
This mattress was a portal.
A perfectly squishy, faintly scented, energetically-laden metaphor for my life.

The part of me that gets this close to real lumbar support--
Then panics…
And clings to the old out of fear the new might not deliver. Because what if they haul it away and the new one is worse?

The:
“Maybe-I-should-stay-where-it’s-safe-even-if-it-smells-like-a-boy’s-old-socks” pattern.

And the truth is:
I don’t have to fall in love with the new mattress overnight.
I just have to trust the version of me who bought it--
The version who knew she was ready for better.

Even if it’s just a mattress.
(It’s never just a mattress.)


#MattressPortal
#EnergeticUpgrade
#VisualAlchemy
#TrustYourTaste
#NoGoingBack

Full disclosure: This isn’t my actual spare bedroom.

It’s from a High Point Market showroom—one of those dreamy, trade-only portals where design meets possibility.

And yes... you can come with me.
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✔ Fine Lifestyle Design: In the Wild™ — Market Edition
Signature Experience – A VIP immersion day for the woman ready to live, shop, curate a corner of her world and embody her next-level lifestyle, normally reserved for interior designers, but accessible to my clients through me.

(And maybe test a few cloudlike mattresses along the way.)
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❤︎ Inquire privately to join me.​

Madame de Crème has lived a long and sedentary life on my counter, her pump no longer able to reach the remaining lotion stuck to her glamorous bottom. What remains smells less like lavender and more like “expired spa fantasy.” But the container? Still divine.

And so begins Operation Lavender Lazarus™.

Next up?

​Operation Vintage Leather Meats™
Because once you’re done resurrecting antique lotion, the only logical next step is confronting the frozen archives of Thanksgivings past—those noble feasts that never got to live to their fullest potential.

Stay tuned as we clean out the freezer and face the fowl truth about what’s been aging in the icy shadows.
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Will the Duchess of Decay be joined by the Countess of Cold Cuts?

We’ll find out—freezer drawer by freezer drawer.