Right before my last birthday, I decided I wanted to spruce up a few things in my apartment. Turning 34 made me realize I was smack in the middle of adulthood and I wanted my home to reflect this. The first place I started was my bed. A gal’s bed – especially a single gal’s – should be her palace; a place where she can luxuriate in utter comfort and enjoy the fact she doesn’t have to share it with anybody else. The bedding I’d had was great, but I’d been using the same duvet cover and style and color of sheets for years. It was time for a change. So, as an early birthday present to myself, I gave it a headboard-to-footboard makeover.