My brother came over today to dismantle my bed frame. The bedroom set is too big for my house. It was too big the first year I bought the house but it was paid for so I didn’t want to get rid of anything. I wanted to keep the set together. I had visions of giving it to my granddaughter one day.
Now, with my renovations coming to a close and my mobility being as limited as it is, I have to get rid of my bedroom set.
I bought this set just before we moved into our second apartment. I bought it because I wanted to outfit my 12 x 18 bedroom nicely. It looked so beautiful in that apartment! My Dad saw it the first day I moved in and was impressed! That was three weeks before he died.
As my brother disassembled the bed, I could only wheel in to the small hallway between Sean‘s room and the bathroom because the mattress was blocking the doorway as my brother worked. My Mom and my brother were in my bedroom and I called in and said, “This is sad.” My mom kind of dismissed what I said and I didn’t say anything more. Besides, the Michigan game was on!
My brother finished disassembling the bed before halftime and even though the Wolverines had a convincing win over Penn State, I am still sad. I had to get rid of the bed frame because it was too high for me and so I will sell my bedroom set, the complete set in a little while. I need to get pictures of the pair of end tables before I put it up for sale so right now, this is what my living room looks like (even though technically that is my dining room):
My disassembled four-poster queen sized bed frame is against the wall behind my love seat.
Look at how beautiful the bed normally is!:
This is a big milestone for me because I absolutely LOVE my bedroom set but it just doesn’t work anymore because I have become so disabled. Now, my bed is on a simple metal frame. Seeing my bed in pieces makes me sad. People don’t really understand why it said; but, this is sad.