Adult Furniture

Once upon a time I had adult furniture in my bedroom. When I left college, I spent good money on a good bed and bedding and shelves and it was lovely. Then I moved to New York and took nothing with me. No bed, no shelves, none of the nice furniture. In fact, if you’re looking for my furniture from that year, check out Amber’s house as most of it ended up there. What I’ve been living with in the 4 years since I moved is a bed frame and my mattresses. Like I’m back in college. I have been yearning (that’s right, yearning) for an actual bed with a headboard and storage underneath.

So, I’ve been looking for beds and have found several that I like. The funny thing about my quest for an adult bed is that all of the beds that I like are from the Pottery Barn Teen website. So, perhaps my quest for an adult bed is actually a quest for a teen bed. Although, let’s be honest, who had this sort of furniture as a teen is beyond me. Maren and I were still rocking our bunk beds in our teens.

Bed #1-i love this bed because of all the storage underneath and the super cool desk thing that pulls out of the end. also, i love that it’s higher and that you need a step stool to get up into it. try to picture it with less teenagery bedding as i obviously won’t have anything remotely like hearts involved in my room.

bed #2-first, i love this bed because it’s green. second, it’s got a built in shelving unit on the side. imagine all the books that can be so close to me while i sleep! again, picture it with less pink.

bed #3-i love the shelves in the headboard and all the storage underneath. if you’re familiar with new york, you know you need all the storage you can get.

bed #4-this one is an actual adult bed from regular adult pottery barn.

In typical Brianne fashion, I’ve been wanting a new bed for a long time, but it’s just so much money that I’ll probably wait a few more months and then buy one some day as an impulse buy when I go into a store to get a pillow or something.

Okay, confession: The real reason I don’t want to commit to adult furniture is just that-I don’t want to commit. It’s like marriage but to a bed. I mean, if I spend that much money on a bed then I’ll have to have it forever and what if we outgrow one another? What if the things I find cute about it in the beginning start to wear on me until I dread seeing it? What if I get a new bed and then in 6 months find a better bed? A prettier bed? A nicer bed? But I won’t be able to get that better bed because I’ll already be commited to my regular old bed? And, most importantly I don’t want to have a lot of nice furniture again if I’m only going to pack up a bag and empty my savings to travel the world for a year or so as I am also currently pondering.

Yes friends, to you it’s just a bed, to me it’s a life-altering decision that I liken to a marriage. Just another glimpse into the crazy that is my head.