I done did it!
Back in February, I announced my intention to crush this year (I'm so humble) and my intention to rid myself of the monstrosity that was overtaking my bedroom - the king-sized marriage bed. I hemmed, hawed, stared, and cogitated my options to an early grave. I might still be staring at it had my little brother not, upon hearing that I was (oh yes absolutely) getting rid of my old bed, asked me what I was doing with it (uh, hoping someone will haul it away), and whether he could have it for their new guestroom, (uh, for the price of hauling it away). That is how I found myself, on Easter weekend, kingless and sleeping on this:
It is truly a testament to my power of procrastination that I slept on that for a month. MONTH!! [On a side note, who's proud of their 30-something back for withstanding the torment?]
Eh? Eh? Look at that ACTUAL bed with matching night table! I also bought my first ever big ass dresser with a big ass mirror on top. *nodding* That's right .... big ass furniture.
It only took me, oh, about two more weeks to finally cave and purchase an actual mattress set ... and pad ... and comforter set ... pillows ... sheets. And finally, I was left with *I'm so excited* TA DA:
I know. Damn, I'm good.
Best part? I have to climb UP into the bed. I feel all princessy and shit. Oh, and, of course, uber-mature.
It only took me nearly *cough cough* years.