The Waterbed Is Frozen
For a year and a half, our waterbed went unslept in for the most part. That's because it was still set up in the bedroom of our old house in Temple. When we'd go back to the house - to mow the lawn, to meet with a contractor, or as a stopover, we'd sleep on the waterbed. We had no place to go - all our other stuff was in storage - so there was no rush on getting it moved. Until the second week in December - a week before closing - Steve went to meet the movers who were taking the last bit of stuff from the basement along with the waterbed - and found the oil furnace dead as a doornail and frozen pipes. And a frozen waterbed.
Needless to say we couldn't move the bed frozen, and weren't going to have another opportunity to get back down to the house to move it before the house was sold, so we just gave it to the guy buying the house. Not just the waterbed, but our beautiful Brown Street Bed. A lovely four-poster, painted pine.
Fast forward two months - we find ourselves about to move into our new house - an 1887 Victorian "cottage" - without a bed. Oh, we have a very nice mattress and box spring we bought a while ago to replace the one in the furnished condo we've been renting, but that's just on a metal frame. We need a real bed. We started searching and were unable to mutually agree on anything - if we found something we liked, it was discontinued. Or we'd have to drive 300 miles to pick it up ourselves. So we finally headed down to our favorite little furniture store yesterday. Not only do I love pretty much everything in the entire store, but their lead decorator is absolutely awesome and knows exactly which catalog to open at just the rght moment. Out comes a catalog from a small custom shop that's about 20 minutes from where the new house is - Cherry Pond Designs. This stuff is absolutely gorgeous. Made to order. Hand rubbed.
It's the Andover, if you're trying to find it on their site. There's another company that's a fairly small shop producing made-to-order furniture down in West Virginia - Gat Creek. We're ordering a nightstand from them, and will eventually add more case goods.
It'll take a whie for the bed to arrive, so in the meantime we'll have to be happy with the knowledge that neighbors are building our bed just for us.
Needless to say we couldn't move the bed frozen, and weren't going to have another opportunity to get back down to the house to move it before the house was sold, so we just gave it to the guy buying the house. Not just the waterbed, but our beautiful Brown Street Bed. A lovely four-poster, painted pine.
Fast forward two months - we find ourselves about to move into our new house - an 1887 Victorian "cottage" - without a bed. Oh, we have a very nice mattress and box spring we bought a while ago to replace the one in the furnished condo we've been renting, but that's just on a metal frame. We need a real bed. We started searching and were unable to mutually agree on anything - if we found something we liked, it was discontinued. Or we'd have to drive 300 miles to pick it up ourselves. So we finally headed down to our favorite little furniture store yesterday. Not only do I love pretty much everything in the entire store, but their lead decorator is absolutely awesome and knows exactly which catalog to open at just the rght moment. Out comes a catalog from a small custom shop that's about 20 minutes from where the new house is - Cherry Pond Designs. This stuff is absolutely gorgeous. Made to order. Hand rubbed.
It's the Andover, if you're trying to find it on their site. There's another company that's a fairly small shop producing made-to-order furniture down in West Virginia - Gat Creek. We're ordering a nightstand from them, and will eventually add more case goods.
It'll take a whie for the bed to arrive, so in the meantime we'll have to be happy with the knowledge that neighbors are building our bed just for us.
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