I’ve had a beautiful antique bed in a closet for the last 10 years.
It belonged to Tygh’s great great grandmother, Dorothy Wendell. It’s a strange size. Not a twin. Not a double. A single and a half. It has seriously poky metal springs. Tygh remembers it was really uncomfortable to sleep on when his mother used it as her guest bed years ago.
But oh boy is the bed itself gorgeous. Four poster. Solid wood. And the headboard depicts an eagle. Heaven for me. I love antiques. And I love birds.
I realized several years ago that I would probably never use this bed. We have a very comfortable guest bed already and I didn’t know where to start to try to find a mattress that fit. Plus the problem with the whole poky metal springs issue. But I couldn’t give this bed away. It needed a chance.
Anyway, my sweet husband surprised me last week. He hung the eagle headboard over our new fireplace. And it looks beautiful.
