So, what did I find this time? I found a bed. And not just any bed, but a bed that I had dreamed about long before I ever saw this one, but wasn't quite sure when I would have the time or the money to go hunt for it. The bed is a white, four poster full-sized bed. It has aged, and the white paint has chipped off - revealing sneaky peaks of yellowish cream paint, and then under that, the medium toned wood. It is shabby chic at its finest, and now it is mine. I have often thought that my Pottery Barn "Swedish Village" bedding didn't go with the guest bed that we had.
That bed (pictured below) is a beige iron, and is way more "bed and breakfast" than Swedish.
I thought that the perfect bed for my Swedish Village bedding would either be a white upholstered headboard, or a white shabby chic bed.
The bed I dragged home looks a lot like this, but much chipped-er.
Also, one of the finials is missing, but a cursory search on Google reveals that shopping for finials will be no problem...there are all kinds out there! I'm thinking something like the white feather finial (I know these are for curtains, but I think they can be repurposed!) from West Elm would be perfect.

After last night's session with the power washer, a scrub brush, and a couple of coats of clear coat, this bed is ready for my extra large family to come visit. I've already tracked down a mattress store that is selling mismatched sets for CHEAP, so hopefully, the bed will be set up this evening. Now, we have two guest bedrooms - so, all you friends out there, you now have absolutely no excuse not to come visit us!
The best part of the story about me finding this bed is that while I was walking down the street to go look at it (I had passed it on my way home from work), I saw our sweet neighbor who had sent over cookies earlier in the week. I hadn't met her yet (the Knight was home when she brought the cookies), and had been waiting on an appropriate time to go over and thank her. Anywho, she was working in her yard, and I stopped to say hello. The dear lady (named Dorselyne, btw) is in her late 60's/early 70's and is as spry as I am. She found out where I was heading and asked if she could come along. Of course! So, Dorselyne (love that name) and I walked down to the neighbor's trash heap, and after inspecting the bed (still has the frame, too), decide that it is well worth the effort of carrying to our house.
Thinking that she would just either follow me home or walk back to her house, I pick up the headboard and start marching home. At one point, I turn back and see Dorselyne carrying the foot board! Heavens to Betsy, I do not want this trash find to the be the death of my sweet old neighbor. So, I rush back to her and "suggest" that we carry the foot board together. Although to be quite honest, I think I was more winded than her! Anywho, she helped me carry the rest of the bed home, and then we visited for a while. Boy, I hope I am in as good of shape when I am her age. Cheers to Dorselyne!
Speaking of visits, I'm off to get ready for my family's visit to Memphis. Posting will probably be light (if any), but I wish you all a wonderful holiday weekend.
Happy 4th of July!




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