We got new bedroom furniture last month. Our first set dates back to 1976. Yeah – I’d say we got our money’s worth out of that furniture…
Actually, the only piece from that original set we still own is a nightstand. The rest abandoned us over the years.
Everything else in our bedroom before last month was rather a la carte. An antique oak chest of drawers and dresser that we used in our children’s nursery in the early 80’s. A two year old fabric headboard from Tuesday Morning. A chair from our early 90‘s living room set. A computer desk from the pre-laptop era.
Martha Stewart would be horrified.
I got a wild hair after Christmas and decided I didn’t want the “college student” motif anymore. The only thing we were missing was the cinder block and unfinished board bookshelves. My husband, who doesn’t even notice that we have bedroom furniture, miraculously agreed. What a guy…
Now I know that there are BIG problems in this world, the least of them being whether or not I have a matching bedroom set. And I kind of feel guilty about that. I hate spending money on such highly personal indulgences. But I did order it from Costco sight unseen.
That’s got to balance out the karma somehow.
Of course, the spending didn’t stop at the furniture. We had to buy all new bedding to go with our fancy new, matching furniture. Naturally.
And my husband insisted on new pillows. He drools when he sleeps. A lot. Gross. I put his nasty old pillow in the trash this morning.
The last thing to check off the list of wild, unbridled, post-holiday spending – a new mattress. Of course.
Have you been mattress shopping lately?
Once upon a time, your only mattress choices were between how many coils you wanted and the firmness. Oh yeah, and there were waterbeds too. But….seriously? I never thought I had a robust enough sex life for a waterbed. Plus I was always afraid I’d flood the house. And electrocute myself.
Today, there are hundreds of mattress choices. Cool foam, warm foam, firm gel, mushy gel, cold air, hot air, water pockets, traditional coil, bamboo “green” non-toxic, and countless hybrids of all of the above.
Another Chinese plot to bring down the US?
We seriously considered a newfangled foam/gel mattress. But I had nightmares of sinking down into the foam until it swallowed me up and you couldn’t even see my imprint. I think there was a Twilight Zone with a plot like that. With people with pig faces. Scary.
At the mattress store, my husband told the salesman that this would probably be our “last “ mattress.
Whoa now buddy! What the heck…. What’s all this ”last” mattress talk?? As in “last” mattress in the house we’re currently living in (meaning we’ll be moving?) Or “last” traditional mattress we buy? No, I’m pretty sure he meant “last” as in last before we die.
D-I-E. What the hell?
Speak for yourself.
The mattress we just retired was 13 years old. I’m 61 years old. Our new mattress (NOT foam/gel) has a 10 year warranty. That puts me at 71. Yeah – I think I’m probably good for at least one more mattress after this one.
Maybe my husband is trying to tell me something.
But it got me thinking… I’m pretty sure this will be our last set of bedroom furniture. And our washer and dryer are about 20 years old. When we replace them, I’m certain they will be our last as well. It’s strange – it just seems like yesterday we were buying our “first”.
Time flies when you’re having fun.
Maybe this will be our “last” mattress. Nothing medically would indicate that, but you just never know. None of us do, even you younger sprites. Happy thought indeed…
Personally, I’m still looking forward to all the “firsts” that are still out there. First trip to India, first zipline in a rainforest, first sub-six hour marathon, first hug from my grandson, first appearance on Ellen, first movie deal from AGMA…
Okay – maybe a few of them are a stretch.
But it’s what AGMA’s all about; big dreams no matter how many candles are on your birthday cake.
I just want mine to be dark chocolate with buttercream icing!