The New/Old Bed

The old bed: a good one, I'll admit, and one that served well for, let me see...43 years?

So here's the new bed:

No my bedroom isn't THAT crooked--it was just difficult to get a good angle with the camera! But don't you love this old bed? I think it's from the 1930's; that's what the lady I got it from said. I bought it at a yard sale and I'm just in love with it. Best point? It doesn't squeak and squonk every time we move! (Now, go wash your mind out with soap--that is NOT the kind of moving I'm talking about!)

Footboard,

and headboard.

Yes, I love this bed and my bedroom. Quilt by eBay, pillow shams and throw pillow by Goodwill, dresser by hand-me-down (my childhood dresser), picture by library auction, wild hair wreath by moi, quilted hanging by yard sale, water bottles and cups by flea market, pitcher and bowl by Salvation Army, lamp on left by old cabin we tore down (Larry re-wired), lamp on right by Dollar Store, vases, etc by thrift stores.

Here's a funny thing, though: I am so used to my old bed and the post at the end of the bed where I would toss sweaters, nightgown,  pillow sham, etc, that I am constantly finding myself trying to hang things there. Not quite as easy an option on this bed! So the bedroom is staying a lot less cluttered because I have to put things away. That's a good thing, right?

It seems odd to make such a change, to tell the truth. I've been so used to the old bed that it feels funny to go to bed in this one. And yet, it's more comfortable, quieter, and just plain prettier. I'll get used to it, I'm sure.

Now, to find a new dresser with a mirror and the same amount of drawer space.