There a several processes undertaken when trying to buy a new bed. The first of these is to watch for beds in the shiny brochures that are delivered to your home. Then of course you must compare all the prices. This is difficult because you cannot always tell if the mattresses are alike or not. There are more names and descriptions than one finds on a wine label. The manufacturers want to tell you about the springs and the fibres. You can buy dial up beds whereupon you pick your particular preference for sleeping comfort, while you partner can choose theirs. I come from a time when you chose between flock and horsehair. Flock could be lumpy and horse hair was like sleeping on a brick.
Speaking of sleeping on a brick, that is precisely what I am sleeping on at the moment. A couple of years ago I bought myself a new bed. My bedroom is so small that the only thing that fitted in it was the bed with a queen size mattress so large it could have been used for trysting in the Playboy mansion. There was absolutely no room so I had to sidle around it nearly breaking my toes on the bed legs. As for turning the mattress, well that was a joke in itself. There was no room for two people to stand either side to flip the silly thing and I was totally unable to turn it myself. Eventually I had to put the mattress for the bed into the spare room where the child of my loins happily uses it when she is on holiday. The rest of the time it spends stands propped against the wall and used as an enormous scratching post by the cat.
At the time, getting a good ensemble was a bit of a conundrum due to a severe lack of funds. The only other bed I had was a single that the child had been using since the 1980's, so I moved it in to my room and have been been trying to sleep on it ever since. It gets more uncomfortable every day, well every night really! I have spent some time saving up to buy the perfect bed. Last week a brochure from Harvey Norman arrived and I fell in love with one of the ensembles. It was a little out of my price range but I didn't care. I simply went in to the shop and told the sales lady that I didn't really have enough money and could not afford to have the bed delivered. She was most accommodating, so I managed to pay exactly the amount of money burning a hole in my bank balance.
I have to wait to wait a couple of weeks before the bed gets delivered but I don't mind. The single bed's days are numbered as it will go out for Playford Council's hard rubbish clean up on the 27th. I will place the bed invitingly out the front and with any luck it will be gone in just an hour or so. I do feel sorry for anyone who takes it as it has to be the most dreadfully hard bed since I slept on the horse hair mattress with my Mum in Balaklava. The mattress must have been terribly hard because I was only six at the time and I still remember twisting and turning and trying to find a comfortable spot.
Of course if one gets a new bed then obviously it is important to buy it some lovely clothes to wear. Luckily, I had at 20% off Spotlight voucher so lashed on on a really beautiful lavender beaded quilt cover. Although the child of my loins was horrified at the price, I think it was an absolute bargain as it was marked down from $129 to $80 and so with my trusty woucher (as a friend always says) I spent only $64. I suppose though that $64 is a little out of my price range but would you dress a queen in a hessian sack? I think not. The ensemble will love its new finery and I will sleep all the better for every pintuck, piece of embroidery and each tiny bead on my beautiful lavender clad bed.
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