re: #407 reine.de.tout

A funny story (well, to me, maybe to others), then off to the doc’s office.

My mom and grandmother both collected antiques and old furniture.

Growing up, my mom and her sister had “convent beds” - 4-poster beds used in convents, smaller than a standard single bed. I think these beds were about 5’3” long.

So my mom and my aunt were both about 5’2, and slept in these beds until they grew up.

They married, had kids of their own, and each one took her own bed. I got my mom’s bed. I’m 5’6” and a bit.

Growing up, I just accepted that that bed was what I had, and that I had to use it, even though my FEET HUNG OFF THE END.

It wasn’t until I was grown and talking with my Mom about it once, that I realized she never knew that I spent my teen years sleeping in a bed that was shorter than I am. It just never occurred to her that I wouldn’t fit in that bed; and it never occurred to me, growing up, to point it out.

Too funny.

My current bed was my Great Grandparents and the one my Grandparents used. It has a beautifully carved head board and looks really nice. When the bed was taken apart to move to my place we realized that Grandpa had already modified the part the mattress sits on to make it longer. It’s hilarious because it’s this weird DIY where he used fence wire and what looks like a pieces of wood from the barn. I love it because it represents my who my Grandparents were so well.