Out with the new, in with the old

Some women know their dream wedding dress when they see it, some women know their dream husband when their eyes meet. Me? I knew my dream bed the minute I laid eyes on it in an old house just off Music Row.

A songwriter I know purchased the old house just off of Music 

Row to turn into a publishing company/house. I had heard how beautiful the house was so I finally decided to take the tour myself. An amazingly beautiful home built many years ago held my dream treasure on the third floor. Yes, I said the third floor which made for hauling the king-size bed frame down the skinny built stairs very challenging with a headboard over seven feet high and solid wrought iron. This is where I give applause to Nate & Justin. Kudos to you two!!! I can not express the thankfulness to you two for your muscles and diligent effort!

Once home, I had some major restoring work ahead of me as it was solid black iron and starting to show signs of rust. I sanded it down, primed it, and painted it. That sounds simple enough but it wasn't because of all the curling iron patterns. Unfortunately, I didn't care for the final color results which forced me to redo it all again. UGHHH! After much contemplating, I settled on a black underlay with  an overcoat of crackled copper. The bed is exactly how I envisioned it and it looks magnificent! 

It's so great to have a king-sized bed and my feet no longer hang over the bottom like my old bed! I sleep like a queen!