I understand the relative niceness of making one’s bed, but it seems to be an unnecessary task to me. If I were showing my home to friends or strangers, I would make the bed without question.
What is the primary reason for making one’s bed?
AKAIK, my bed was “made” once. I can only redress it, or maybe arrange it. Silly American English.
I sometimes try to make my bed but in the morning it’s all over the place again so I don’t bother.
I never make my bed. I sleep on top of my “made” bed and just use a regular blanket. That way I’ll never have to make my bed again.
I think a freshly made bed feels nicer; kind of tucked-in and cosy, and I love the sensation of sliding myself in between the sheets. It looks nicer as well. But I stopped making it every morning when I realised that my fiance was just untucking it every evening when he got in (not just at the top, but pulling the sheet and the blanket out from the head to the foot of the bed).
So now the bed gets made weekly when I change the sheets or whenever we have guests over. As for the primary reason to make the bed, I guess that I don’t feel that my home is tidy unless it’s done. It’s not an attitude that my parents taught me, just one that I adopted when we got our own place.
I make my bed most mornings. That way I know there’s at least one thing I’ve accomplished during the day. I’ve imposed a tiny bit of order on my world, and if the rest of the day goes to shit, there’s still that. I’m not a tight-ass about it, though; if I’m running late it doesn’t get made and I don’t give it another thought.
I’ve never made my bed. On rare occasions I’ll straighten the blankets a bit but to those who think it matters, it would never pass muster.
I don’t make my bed, but I can appreciate that it is nicer if it is made.
It’s one of the reasons we have servants 
I haven’t always, but I do now that I’ve grown older and developed an appreciation for both the simple pleasures and the finer things in life. As the actor George Hamilton once said, “You can’t always be happy, but you can always fill your eye with beauty!” It’s a credo that resonates with me at this point in my life and I find myself trying to live by it as much as possible as I get older…and unmade beds just aren’t that beautiful.
I make my bed every morning. I pull the sheets down when I get up to air out the bed (die, dust mites, die!) and make it properly after I shower. It’s much more pleasant to walk into the bedroom and see a neatly made bed, and I just love turning down the sheets in the evening and snuggling in. It’s a little luxury I give myself, no really. On Mondays I change the sheets and that’s even better. It’s possible I’m a little strange.
Also, one day I forgot to make my bed, and had a preschool play group over. I found a 4-yo boy jumping on my sheets, wearing his cowboy boots. Ew. (His mother would never let him do that; he was taking advantage!)
Yes, I make it every morning before getting dressed. It takes about a minute I suppose and I find it useful to wake myself up and bend and stretch a bit.
Also, I hate the look of an unmade bed. It just looks…awful and slobbish.
I “make” my bed every morning, taking 10 seconds or so to straighten everything up. I don’t go to the extreme of pulling covers over the pillows though. 
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You’re a genius.
Anyway, no, I never make my bed. What’s the point? It’s just going to get unmade again in 12-15 hours.
~Tasha
I have a duvet, so ‘making’ takes no time at all. I throw all the covers back for about half an hour beforehand, though, to given the linen a chance to air.
It’s one of the points in my slob-list, making the dang bed. Since my apartment has a single room, an unmade bed isn’t something I only see when I go to bed, I see it the whole time. Having it made looks better than unmade and it also gives me a better surface to lie down my clothes when I change.
I go by the idea that if you just have a comforter and a bottom sheet, then your bed is essentially always made. All you have to do is square the comforter.
Tucked in blankets and top sheets are the invention of the devil. They’re uncomfortable, can’t be seen from below the top, untucked blanket, and take a bunch of time to get right that you could have been doing something else. And overall, you’re fine if you just get one thick top comforter with a washable cover, so they’re useless as well.
I tidy the bed every day, usually just involves putting the pillows back on it and rearranging the duvet. Of course, today I couldn’t do it because 'im indoors was still in it when I left for work.
I roll it up and stick it in the closet. Otherwise, there’s no space in the living room.
Nope, but I will usually straighten up the covers a bit when they get too out of whack. But like my mom used to? No way. Too much work for nothing.
I make my bed so the cats won’t get in it. I love them, but I don’t want to sleep in the dirt that falls off them.
