1) This lovely model fits a single mattress, and is only missing two of the finials! 2) Behind door number two we have your basic toddler bed, which fits a crib-sized mattress (and we happen to have a brand new one in the closet!). This bed would probably need to be sanded and painted, perhaps with one of the 3 cans of white paint we scored from the WIC lady who is PCS-ing in a few months.
3) Your third option is the prettiest. See the close-up of the detail? Missing finials and a bit of trim on the footboard. Would be perfect for the girlish cousins and aunts in the family! (of the younger variety...this one is crib- or single-sized as well)
For the babies, we have the "jail" options, as seen here, and for the adults, we do have the old standby pullout version, as seen here. Grandma says it's comfy, and it comes with a plethora of pillows. Or, if you really are picky and don't mind climbing over the queen-sized side rails to get to the double sized mattress, we have the sixth option, our bed (which needs rails and a mattress that fits). I was planning on providing a picture, but as it turns out there is always someone in the bed during the day, and terrible lighting (thank you tinfoil-ed, duct taped, and curtained windows) at night. So go watch King of Queens and keep your eyes peeled for a bed(room) scene. That's our bed. Minus the scene.
So, whaddya think? Is it time for me to stop slowing down every time I see a headboard by the dumpster? (the following poem has little to do with anything, but it did make me laugh and has the word bed in it, twice)
As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.
At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there,
a head's no place for underwear!"
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred's underwear remains.
At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, "Good night! Good night!"
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred's underwear goes on his toes.
3 comments:
Cute! I remember that poem from somewhere ... I think it's on an old book-on-cassette at the local library. D and sister E should remember it: "Something Big Has Been Here". It was part of our standard goin'-on-vacation-car-trip entertainment fare. Wonder if it's still around or available on CD?
*lol* Very cute. Does EP do this? :) And your spacing is perfect. :) And, Dad, I don't remember it!!!! How awful is that???
loved the flowery one! ;)
and here I thought you were my "de-clutter" role model!!!! ;)
lil B
(off to rather belatedly wrap the christmas packages that desperately need to go out TOMORROW-no one will receive their presents on time overseas!!sorry!)
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