When Doug and I moved into our first home, Carl and Jeanette gave us an old bedroom set that had been in the family for years. It consisted of a sleigh bed, dresser and wash stand. It was a unique set, but not overly practical as our family grew. It was shorter than a normal bed and took up a lot of space. Once we added on to our home, we decided to swap it out for Grandma Jane's bunk beds. The sleigh bed made it back to our house several years later when the bunk beds moved to the basement. When Brett moved into his first apartment after grad school we asked him if he would like it. He eagerly accepted our offer as it was bigger than the twin bed that he had been using and he liked the idea of having a family antique in his apartment.
Yesterday morning Brett called to let me know that the slats had come undone under his bed. It wasn't the first time that that had happened as Doug had helped him fix it not too long ago. Thankfully, Sean was wearing steel toed shoes and was able to "hammer" it back in place with a swift kick or two. The only damage done was to Norman's feelings as he didn't like being separated from his father when they worked on the bed. Brett admitted last night that the sleigh bed may be on its last legs. He had definitely gotten quite a bit of use out of the hundred+ year old piece of furniture, but thought it might be time to start pricing something more practical. We agreed completely. No one wants to sleep on an uneven bed even if it was free.
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