There’s a great thrift store here in the area where we live – lots of older furniture that the Germans don’t want anymore. In this particular store, there is a lot of the 1940s – 1960s-era blond wood furniture that I just love.
John and I have been waiting to get a bed until we could either A) justify the expense from Thomas Moser (we just can’t seem to get there, though) or B) find an old bed that we love. In the meantime, we’ve been sleeping with the mattress directly on the floor…and it’s been a really crappy night’s sleep every night for about a year and a half, let me tell you.
On Saturday, I dropped off Dosie and Spectre at their beauty parlor appointment and to pass the time, I drove a couple towns over and skulked around, looking for a deal. I walked past a king-size platform bedframe with two endtables – for sixty-five Euros! I didn’t have room for it in the car – or I would have walked out with it.
I went back today with John, he said, “I like it,” and we loaded it all into our two cars.
Now that it’s in our bedroom, and our mattress is springy and high off the ground, well, we more than like it.
“Thrilled” is not the word I’d use to describe our former bedfellow, however.