Oh hi, Little Mac.
James had most of it built within a couple weeks, borrowing pieces a la Dr. Frankenstein from an old IKEA bed frame and a dvd shelf he’d built a few years back as well as some knotty pine and plywood which he painted white (there is such a thing as too much light-stained pine… and anyway the existing bed frame was not going to jive). It was so nice to move off our temporary aerobed and on to the real McCoy, especially since I’ve started building pregnant lady pillow forts around me at night and a queen size bed helps in that regard. I didn’t realize I would need pillows holding my belly up, pillows between my legs, a pillow putting pressure on my back… Seriously, basically all the pillows on that bed are utilized. Poor James. Extra bonus at night when the cat settles down on the back pillow, providing furry warmth and pressure. Bliss!
Won’t you be my pillow?
Anyhoo, the real star of the Bed Time Show is the storage. Storage! Sweet, sweet storage! James built in four really deep drawers and then two smaller drawers (which are probably normal-dresser sized) on one side of the bed, leaving a gap on the other side for bags, bins, hiding cats, and other randoms. That is good, since our kid’s room has turned into Random-Central and we’ve got basically T-2 Months to put the kibosh on that.
Huge drawers hold all our clothes save a few we hang up in tiny closet.
Really there was no way we could have drawers on both sides, seeing as the bed itself barely squeezes between the door frame and the wall. Luckily I’m tall and my pregnant belly rides over the top of the mattress when I scoot in the gap on that side to make the bed. It also fits right over the counter tops, meaning I don’t have to reach out like crazy when doing the dishes or chopping. Score!
Barely squeezing in. But what’s a bedroom for, amiright?
We’ll paint the front of the drawers some non-rainy, non-pregnant day in the future but for now we’re moving in. I put down some contact paper yesterday and then Kondo’d all my clothing into three of the six drawers. Not too shabby but of course my pregnancy wardrobe is certainly a wee bit smaller than my norm so I shouldn’t pat myself on the back too much.
Pre-pregnancy I did get rid of about two thirds of my clothes, though, and I’m sure another culling will take place once I am ready for the non-stretchy pants again. The idea of everything having a place, and everything you possess bringing you joy has certainly been easier in this house. But still little piles do erupt here and there. The trick, I guess, is to utilize them!
Need a place for cookbooks? Use them as a night stand!
Two months to go! Thanks for reading!
