I recall an often heard refrain from my youth. Mama would say,”Make your bed!” I always complied. To this day, I make my bed upon rising, unless of course I am not the first one up, then the Professor makes the bed. (I gave him good home training on this one!)
Why am I telling you all this? Because, as evidenced by the attached photo, Pearl Bailey, apparently believes that beds needn’t be made at all. For any afternoon that I go upstairs to retrieve something, she beats me up the steps, and poses smiling, seemingly satisfied with the newly arranged and disheveled bed coverings.
She doesn’t even look remorseful, does she?
Demon girl! Mama would definitely not approve!