To all the beds I've loved before.

Why don't we invest in coziness more often?

When most people mentally scan through the eras of their life, they probably divide everything by major events. Marriages. Births. Heartbreaks. Lovers. Graduations. When I close my eyes, though, and think of a year, an age, the first thing I usually see (or the thing I can see the clearest, at least) is my bed. Or beds, I guess. I can instantly recall the various, tiny corners of the world that I’ve called home and the coziest spot I created in each of them. For those who know me, this probably won’t come as a surprise, as a bed, at its core, is the perfect intersection of two of my greatest passions in life: Creating a space that feels like my own, and being cozy.

When I think of being four or five, I can still see the green-and-pink floral blanket that sat atop my childhood bed, a single, vintage wrought iron frame that I’m trying to find a place for in my own home now. When I think of being a pre-teen, I remember my absolute obsession with an Isaac Mizrahi x Target comforter that f…