I have been in the market for a good bed for quite some time. Back in May, I found a bed of which I was really quite fond. I was even willing to overlook the fact that it came from Crate and Barrel, which as far as I am concerned should really just stick to making margarita glasses and grapefruit spoons. I even posted a picture of this beautiful iron, canopy bed here in these pages, but I am far too lazy at the moment to go back and find the entry so as to provide a link for you. Feel free to browse my archives if you like.
(Side note: That sounded awfully dirty. "Hey, baby...wanna browse my archive?")
Sadly, by the time I actually went to purchase this bed, a mere two or three months later, Crate and Barrel had discontinued the damned thing, and left no evidence that it ever existed. I was back to Square One.
(Side note: Does anybody else remember Square One TV? With all those number games? And Mathnet? Kate and George on Mathnet, unravelling mysteries with the help of the Fibonacci Sequence?)
Yesterday, then, I resorted to googling for "iron bed canopy" and the first result...oh, boy. I opened the page and my breath caught in my throat. This bed was meant for me. It was destined to be mine from the very dawn of time! I give you...The Perfect Bed.
Now, seeing this bed and going all squidgy inside inspired me. My bedroom, Royal Bedchamber though it may be, has been in a sorry state of disrepair for quite some time. Ever since I moved in, really. And it only got worse with the addition of piles of clothes and random stacks of CDs lolling about. So last night, with the design assistance of one Taydo, I not only cleaned my room, I rearranged it. Here is Before and After. It finally feels like a real bedroom!
I suppose this could have been helped by the removal of several bags of tchotchkes. It hurt to throw those away, people. You know how I feel about inanimate objects. Damn good thing I had StyleGirl there to physically put things into the trashbag, while I buried my head beneath my down comforter and pretended not to hear the crunching noises.
(Side note: The only way she actually got me to agree to part with things like my keychain with a stuffed lion on the end and my Minnie Mouse doll and my still-in-the-package model of the Enterprise-D and my glittery toy kaleidoscope was to ask the question: "Okay. What would the guys from Queer Eye say if they saw your room looking like this??" "They'd say to throw it away. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh.")
So, to sum up: Room totally revamped. New bed: On order next week. Oh, and One More Thing:
I almost choked on my own tongue when I thought about that bed, my red velvet curtains, matching red flannel sheets, and gold silk duvet cover (all currently in storage for the summer, replaced by lightweight cream-colored cotton, and all coming out of storage when my new bed arrives). That bed is all I really need to finally complete the "Royal" part of "Royal Bedchamber." The cosmos will simply not be able to resist playing this for me every time I enter a room.
(Sidenote: I have always wanted my own personal theme music. Get on that, someone, would you?)