Last night was Anya's first night on her new (to her) twin bed. She's been ready for one for awhile, but we've been stalling. As some of you may have guessed, Anya is not the most gentle, docile creature - the state of her (and our) furniture is proof of this. So the choices for a new bed were 1) regular kids furniture that she will destroy within a few years 2) top end furniture that she won't break, but it's pricey and I will be annoyed when she inevitably colors on it or "decorates" it in some other fashion 3) old, sturdy furniture that has survived generations of kids. We opted for choice 3.
Lynn thought someone in the family might have something in storage. And we were in luck! Chris' Uncle Rick and Aunt Teri had some old beds stored away in the garage rafters that we checked out while at Anya's great-grandma's 85th birthday party. It turned out that one of the beds was Chris' when he was young. Lynn had purchased it from a grandmother while they were living in Kentucky, so it's been through several kids including Chris' cousins. Score!
Chris cleaned it up and sanded it and I slapped on a few coats of paint. It's not the most feminine bed, but it's sturdy and should last. And now it sits in Anya's room with the quilt that my mom made for me when I was little -- so it truly is a family bed. How cool.
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