Well, I finally got a bed, or should I say a PROPER bed at Cedar Hill Ranch.
Let me tell you a sad story… a story of childhood deprivation. Well my childhood wasn’t so bad, except that everyone in the house had a headboard… that is… except me.
I always wanted one, and one glorious, miraculous day, I was allowed to select whatever bed I wanted so long as it was in the Sears catalog, ha, ha. I was so excited and didn’t take long to select the canopy bed (what a romantic even back then!) My parents ordered the bed, and I waited, and waited, and waited for it to arrive. It never did. My dad finally called the store only to determine that it was being discontinued. So he unceremoniously told me that they didn’t carry the bed any more and it wasn’t coming, end of story.
They (my parents whom I thought loved me) never offered to get me another bed, and I didn’t feel that I could ask, so that was that. Oh sure, I got on with my life, but I never forgot my bed. I decided then and there that I WOULD one day have a headboard. It was like that scene from Gone with the Wind, when Scarlet lifts up her hand full of dirt and defiantly shouts, “I’ll never go hungry again,” except that it wasn’t the Civil War, and I wasn’t starving, but otherwise, the same.
When I got married, I was determined that all of the beds in our house would have headboards. It took awhile but they finally did. But when we furnished the ranch, it seemed like a luxury item, so I held off on buying them… until now.
A few weeks ago I found this Ingrid bed from the Martha Stewart Collection at Home Decorators Collection and the King size which regularly was $999 was on sale that week for under $400. I ordered it right away. I thought it had great details and what the right color for my room.
But now came the hard part. How was I going to get it to the house? Oh yes I told the company to deliver to the ranch rather than our city house, since I didn’t think it would fit in my car, but here’s the problem. Our ranch is in a secluded area, so everytime something is delivered out here, it comes by eighteen wheeler. To get to our house, you have to go down a fairly narrow dirt road, and then turn into a gate to access our even smaller private road, then cross a very small but darling bridge, take a sharp left turn, round a hill, take another sharp turn right and finally arrive at our house. There are only three houses on this road, and we are the last one, so even if a truck miraculously made it back to our house, ha, ha, there’s no place to tun around.
So you can see that I might be concerned about how I would get it to the house. The driver agreed to drive out the dirt road and meet me at the gate. I drove down with my SUV, praying it would fit. The driver shook his head as he looked at my vehicle. “It will fit I told him.” It did with a bungee cord to keep the back gate closed. I drove slowly all the way to the house. Not having anyone there to help me unload, I did it myself. The next day Mr. CH helped me to carry the headboard into the house and assemble the bed. To his credit, there was only minimal complaining.
I love the simple but elegant Swedish design of the bed. I also got a new rucked quilt for the bed. Remember I wanted to go more neutral? This one is from Stein Mart for those of you that asked.
The pillow shams are simply vintage feed sacks I just happened to have sitting in a drawer. Can you believe they fit our king-sized pillows perfectly so I decided not to do any sewing but just use them as is.
I kept my old green quilt in the closet, so I can change out the bedding when I like.
The matrress is so tall, that you can barely see the headboard above the pillows.
I bought a fitted sheet to cover the box springs since the dust ruffle I was using doesn’t work so well with this bed, but I don’t have any photos of that yet.
Here’s some more photos of the rest of our room.
I think I need a nap now…