Most of my childhood I didn’t have a bedroom. My bedroom was in the living room.
I had a “hideaway” bed that I pulled out every. single. night.
And folded up every. single. morning.
With FIVE brothers, I can assure you this was not an ideal situation.
When I “became a grown-up”, I was excited to just have a normal bed. One that doesn’t fold. One that doesn’t come with seat cushions. One that doesn’t smell like boy farts.
You know. Just a normal bed.
I loved having a normal bed. It was as awesome as I imagined it to be.
But to this day, I wonder why I didn’t put my handy skills to work and make a headboard for my bed. I guess I was too busy making fish tank stands to hold 175 pounds of salt water and ocean life.
About 8 years ago, The Hubs and I finally made an investment in a bed frame. Best idea EVER!
Walking into our bedroom and seeing the bed made my heart sing.
What can I say. I’m a simple girl with simple dreams.
I loved that bed frame to pieces, but when we moved to the new house, we decided to go up to a KING size. And that style had been discontinued. Yes. I wanted to buy the same bed again in the larger size. I guess that makes me a dork.
If the bed looks familiar, it’s because I put it in the Guest Suite in the new house.
For our new bedroom, I shopped high and low, and kept going back to this beauty:
via ethanallen.com
