Our Old Steal

Chris doesn't really see us during the week.  He works 12-14 hour days every day, I'm nearly always in bed when he leaves in the morning and when he comes home at night.  I try to be awake and reading, but I'm still in bed.  The Boy, on the other hand is almost always asleep when Chris is coming and going. 

So, I've given over the weekends to Chris.  He can plan whatever he wants to do and that's what we do.  I try to get all the errands, shopping and chores done during the week so that Saturdays and Sundays are free to spend together.  We've had some disasters of miscommunication and poor planning, but I have a feeling that last Saturday turned the tide for us.

Chris had originally wanted to go to Savannah, but by the time we got up and dressed and ready to go it was basically the Boy's nap time so he started hunting for something more local and he came up with something promising. 

St. Simon's Island does a Golden Elephant flea market to benefit the local youth symphony and it just happened to be going on last Saturday.  So once the Boy was awake we trekked out to the island to see if there was anything we can't live with out.  Dude, rich people buy some CRAZY things.  And you never know...

It had been going on for 2 weeks so there wasn't much left when we got there, but when we walked in the first thing we saw was this...

That, my friends, is a solid oak, antique child's bed.  How do we know it's solid oak?  Because the original price tag was fixed inside one of the drawers...

 

 

Yeah, that original price of $525?  We didn't even pay 10% of that!  It was $45!  For solid oak!  The thing weighs 500 pounds!  It's handmade!  It has two drawers, and look at these handles!

 

How awesome is this bed?  And the funny thing is, Chris and I have no plans to move the Boy into it any time soon.  We had no plans to buy a child/toddler bed at all!  We were just going to move him into a twin bed when the time came, but this bed had such personality, such flair, such charm that we knew when we saw it that it needed to come home to Burnstopia and live with us.

I know what you're thinking?  Why, M, what are you going to do with it if the Boy isn't going to be sleeping in it any time soon?

I'm so glad you asked...

World, I'd like to welcome you all to our new reading nook.  We've moved the Boy's favorite books into one of the drawers and layered on some cushy blankets until we can order a mattress for it.  We spent most of Sunday afternoon all piled up there together, watching the rain and reading books and eating pears and cuddling and lo, it was good.