Getting' back on track and unmade bed porn
Autor: camilamponto | Publicado: 2014-04-26T17:14:00-07:00

It has been actually pretty tough trying to figure out how Blogger works! I have never been good with computer stuff, even if it is easy and mediocre as it seems. I can do well with Apps, though the typing gets my fingers hurting.

Either way, it is Saturday! To me, it is almost like a gambling game to wake up in a Saturday morning: I will either wake up super late and eery, or wake up with a tolerable neck pain orrr... wake up with a back pain so bad it affects my stomach and makes me throw up and have my whole body aching.

In the latter situation, I will often have to try and have breakfast and pain killers, while trying to not throw it all up. If I fail, I will take a shower with a very hot water, wash my head and just rub the sponge against my entire body really, really hard... and then have the breakfast and painkillers.
It is good when you have a route plan for situations like this. The first time it happened I got so desperate because of the intensity of the pain I had to ask my mom for help because I really had no idea what to do, I just wanted it to stop, I wanted to die, to go to a hospital... anything! Now, when I stop to think I'm a twenty-something year old woman (who have travelled places and lived in another country, who can speak more than one foreign language, who is almost done with uni) who still needs to call he rmom for help... well, it makes my pride ache.

In the first situation, however, that's what happens: un-done bed appreciation! Undone beds when you wake up in a Saturday are the most poetic thing in the world (when it is Sunday, they carry a gloom sensation, because it means the weekend is 24 hours away to be over with - and Sundays suck, overall. Whether it is a small one, a king-sized one, one you share with someone else or just your cats: you should cherish your un-done bed on saturday mornings!






I took this today, as I arrived home from lunch... at 5 pm. So it wasn't exactly what I meant. And the overall aesthetics of the picture would have looked better with an open window, but the intention is what matters.



However, I think artists out there share the same interest as me on the subject of un-made beds in the morning, though with much more grace:





This one per say, just imagine drowning in all these soft, cozy and fresh duvets with a silky gown. Most sensuous thing ever in a chilly spring day.






This one, I think, carry more of a bohemian feeling to it. I can imagine being a broken poet in a Paris from the 19th century... or maybe a mistress because of the times, but you get me.






My favourite painting ever. Even my mom told me "this girl quite looks like you" when it was my twitter AVI (before scolding for having a painting of a nude woman on my twitter AVI). It is not focused on the "un-made bed" purely, though. The painting is from a serie called "Back in Bed" by Kenyio White and well, basically represents the feeling of waking up at 7 am and realizing it is a Saturday! or maybe the feeling of watching the dawn from your window's room, as you watched another day go by.



So I guess this is it. I'm not much of a party-girl or sociable human being, per say so I guess that's what's the fun in Saturday for me: appreciating un-made beds. Or, depending of the situation, the beauty of pain killers and hot showers.