The previous owner of my treehouse was kind enough to leave behind a single bed. It wasn’t great—an old mattress, box spring, and one of those metal frames on wheels. It was handy for the first few days I lived there before my furniture arrived.
But its time had come. I decided I wanted a mate’s bed–the ones with drawers underneath. I’d seen them on Wayfair for $250 to $350, and at the Mission Thrift Store for $70. But June is garage sale season, so what did I find the very first day of saling? A pine mate’s bed in perfect condition. It was set up on the seller’s lawn so I could see all the pieces were there, and the guys selling it even took it apart and loaded it into my car. Whoo hoo! Only $20.00!
I sanded off the shiny shellac-like finish and painted the entire thing black. I found that an edger was the best thing for all the flat surfaces. I didn’t paint the inside of the drawers because they were spotless.
I’m particularly proud of the fact that I added handles. I had purchased some of those nifty cup handles in brushed nickel at a Home Hardware that was closing. I used my trusty drill and screwdriver to add them. Only one is a little crooked. But remember my first post? The one where I didn’t know which was the drill and which was the power driver? I’ve come a long way, baby, haven’t I.
Here’s the end result.
The sheets are top quality, obtained from Salvation Army. The bedspread was low quality but great-looking from Giant Tiger purchased for $35.
The cow-dragon? was bought from a vendor who made them at MediaWest a dozen years ago.
And, oh, look! Here’s the hat girls which were one of the very first projects I undertook to make this house my home.
My ex is coming to stay next weekend to look after Stormy while I’m visiting friends. He’ll be the first to stay in my newly upcycled guest room.
Here’s Stormy, because why not?
Edited to add: My good boy crossed the rainbow bridge a year after I moved into my treehouse. He was probably fourteen. We’d been told he was ten when we adopted him, but he lived another seven years. Thank you for seeing me into my new life, Stormy. I miss you lots.