{Tony + Lucy on our Casper mattress c/o}

I LOVE SLEEP. (I know, such a basic thing to say. I’m a basic bitch, my friends.) But, years of tottering around in heels that require painkillers to wear have turned me into a bit of a Princess & The Pea with mattresses. And then I slept with Casper, the best mattress I’ve ever been with (or, more accurately, Tony, our three dogs and I have ever been with). This one’s the real deal, folks. I’m in love.

There are a lot of cool things about Casper. Like, if you live in L.A., you can make a reservation to take a “test nap” on a Casper bed (it’s at a sick house in the hills, in the much-more-expensive/celeb-packed part of our neighborhood). And they offer free shipping and free returns; you get a 100 night trial, and if you don’t like it, they’ll come pick it up (also for free). It’s way cheaper than a mattress you have to go into a store to haggle over like a used car. And on that note, you don’t have to go to the store at all; you can buy one on the internet at 1am in your underpants with a glass of wine in hand (this is how I do most of my shopping these days). And, best of all, it’s stupid comfortable.

It arrives in a box on your doorstep. My arms are strong enough to lift a taco or cocktail up to my face, but that’s about it… And I was still able to drag this thing inside solo. I probably could have even unpacked it myself, but I made Tony do it for me because I’m just that kind of lady. The entire unpacking/set-up process took roughly 10 minutes (but the photoshoot on it with our dogs below took 45. Priorities, people.)

I’m gonna be honest with you. I love free stuff. I collect matchboxes from restaurants and will spend obscene amounts of money just to snag the “free gift with purchase.” But, I’m also aware that many of you subscribe to this blog and so I’m careful about branded posts, because I never want to be spam in your inbox.  I don’t share anything I don’t love and, since receiving it, I’ve convinced all our family members to buy one because we’re just that obsessed. Mattresses aren’t the sexiest thing to wax poetic about, but this one is changing the game by cutting out the middle-man and wasted time shopping, offering a cheaper alternative and a better night’s sleep. (And, it also gave me an opportunity to subtly show off our bedroom remodel again. AND photograph our dogs.) They sent us a California King, which is plenty of room for me, Tony and our three dogs… And just enough for all five when we’re babysitting my parents’ mutts, like the weekend we received the mattress. As you can see, we all love it.

{Minimal clean-up required.}