About a hundred years ago, I bought a really cool bed, but then I had to move back to Oklahoma City from Indianapolis, and I had to leave it behind. I wasn't happy about it, but I did it because it wouldn't fit in my car. I had convinced myself that a Victorian-style wooden bed with a huge headboard was the only way to go. I was mistaken then, and yet, that didn't deter me when I went off and bought another one when I arrived back home. Some people never learn.
Last year, in fact, exactly a year ago tomorrow, Laura and I moved from our two-bedroom apartment, which we had rented for nine years, to the newly remodeled three-bedroom house we have now. It was an amazing move, and it taught me many valuable lessons about myself. The first thing I learned was that I really, and I do mean REALLY, hate to move. I injured myself last year, not only because I overdid it, but also because I skipped a step by accident and either popped my hip out of place, or just jammed it. I'm not sure.
I learned that hoarding is relative. It's not defined really, but I know I had far too much crap and I got rid of most of it. I tried to streamline, and it wasn't easy, but I think I did a pretty good job with the furniture. I threw out my big overstuffed chair, my couch, one of my tables, end tables, a couple of nightstands, 3 lamps, and yes, the Victorian queen-sized bed. I still managed to bring too much to the new place, and soon, I'll have my friend come over and coach me as to what I don't need. She's really good at that.
I bought another bed for Laura and took her full-sized platform bed. It had corners, and I didn't think it would be a big deal until my legs ended up scraped and bruised over the next ten months! I couldn't walk past the bed without it reaching for me, knocking me down, throwing me over the side of it, and making sure my bruises were bruised and my scrapes were scraped! It was a terrible bed! When Laura said she wanted to get something different, I jumped at the chance! I gave her back her old, nasty, mean bed and bought another one; not the mattresses, but just the frames.
Well, the new frame came in, and wouldn't you know it, I didn't pay the least bit of attention to the dimensions because I was too worried about it being rounded on all sides! It was...but it sits so low to the ground that my feet hit the ground when I sit up -- meaning I have to hoist myself out of it. Not good. I couldn't get risers for it because it's ROUND on the bottom too! No! I really should have paid more attention.
I bought the thing at Sam's and thought maybe I could take it back (it's been about a month), and I could get something with straight legs but rounded sides. I could get something taller, and if I had to get risers, I could if the legs were square at the bottom! I found one. I called Sam's and they were more than happy to arrange for a pickup, and they'll even bring the box! I had thrown the old one away! Wow!! Yea Sam's Club!! I knew I liked them.
So, on Tuesday, the new bed frame arrives (Amazon, and it's about $100 cheaper). I could use that box if it fits; we'll see. Sam's is coming on the same day, so depending on who arrives first, I may be able to use the box. Laura will disassemble the bed on Tuesday morning. I don't want to actually sleep on the floor, even though it feels like I am and have been for 30 nights. I will say this: the Chihuahua will not be pleased that he'll have to use the soft stairs again, but he'll get over it.
This may be the end of it. You want to know why I went from a Queen to a Full? That's easy; I only use 18" of any bed - the dogs get the rest, so since Laura already had the full-sized frame, I just took it -- and now I have a really great full-sized mattress and topper, so yeah, it will stay that way. It's not like the dogs don't sleep on top of me and my 18" strip of mattress real estate anyway, because they do!
The new bedframe. Photo Credit: Amazon.com
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