I’m sitting here waiting for FedEx, UPS and USPS to show up
with early birthday gifts to myself. Shopping online is way too easy. Coming
today are my iron bed in a gun-metal gray (a new twist on a very old style), a
box spring wrap (a new twist on bed skirts) a blanket and another set of
sheets. The blanket I bought at Bed Bath and Beyond might go back, if I like the
one coming from Amazon better. That store was a disappointment when I shopped it
last week. They’ve enlarged a makeup section and cut down on the selection of
towels and sheets. I guess makeup qualifies as “beyond” but most people think “bed”
and “bath” supplies when they go there.
On my library shelf I have an 1895 Montgomery Ward and a 1905
Sears-Roebuck catalogs left over from an era when I day-dreamed that I was
going to write historical romance novels. As much time as I spent studying
those catalogs you would have thought I was living back in those times when
ordering something took weeks to get delivered. Now you order, and two days
later it arrives at your door. How cool is that! Over the years those catalogs
have come in handy for identifying stuff we’d find in our travels. If no one
could tell us what something was, there was a good chance it would end up in my
husband’s collection. Sometimes it would take a few years, but eventually we’d
figure it out, although I still have two things in the house that are
mysteries. Even today I get a kick out of looking through those catalogs. You
never know when it will come in handy to know that in 1895 you could buy a yard of 1¼ inch
Irish Point Cambric Embroidery stitched on a three inch cloth for seven cents. Okay,
so I’ve never actually been able to work that fact into a conversation, but I’m
hopeful that day will come.
Back on topic. Here’s the deal. The bed comes today (Thursday as I'm writing this) and Saturday
the guys from the service that Wayfair hooked me up with will come put the bed
together. The mattress place only delivers
to my area on Tuesdays and Friday so I’ll be in a holding pattern where I’m
sleeping on a twin bed in the same room where my new bed will be set up. Tuesday
the son-I-wish-I-had will be back to pick up that second twin---he’s already
picked one set up to make room for the new bed. He has two sets of twin
grandkids and they will put my old bed frames and mattresses
to good use. Confused? You’re not the only one.
With the painters then all the other stuff going on poor Levi
has been confused and out of sorts. I used those twin beds shoved up sit-by-side
and he's been sleeping on Don’s side since a few days after he died. The first night with only one twin in the house Levi tried
to claim it as his. I made him a nest on the floor next to the bed but he
wouldn’t use it and there is no way I was going to sleep on a crate liner with
a cushy blanket on top. It took him a half hour of pouting and pacing before he
finally acknowledged me as the alpha member of our pack and went to the living room to
sleep on the couch. The second night we agreed to share the foot end of the
twin, but I was so afraid I’d fall out of bed that before I fell asleep
I woke him up and made him move. He rearranged the nest on the floor, laid in
it for two minutes then left to sleep on the couch. By the time he gets used
to this temporary arrangement, the new mattress will be delivered and he’ll be
confused all over again.
Fun fact: The iron-look-alike bed I just paid $350.00 for on sale cost
$7.50 in 1895 plus 35 cents for extra slats...and that one was solid iron. I had an antique iron bed that I
had to sell when my husband had his massive stroke and it went for $800 on eBay.
Everything that was old is new again....
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Here's all the photos of the finished bathroom redo:
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| view from the doorway, left side of the room---that linen closet is 22" deep |
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| view from th doorway, right side of the room--the chest was not in the room when Don was alive and we needed the space for his wheelchair after transfers |
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| This chest is one of the first pieces of furniture I refinished when I was in my teens. The 3-D photo on the wall was of one of my husband's gas pump faces. It was taken by a professional photographer who now sells them for big bucks. It speaks to me in ways I can't describe. |
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of course, we need one of these in a bathroom
This watercolor print was done by a local artist. It's of a channel coming from Lake Michigan and it's one of my favorite places on earth. |
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| Going back out of the bathroom you see the necessary stuff on the counter top, although the linen closet has plenty of room for it if I want to hide it out of the way. |
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I wanted a pop of color on the floor without a pattern that fought with the shower curtain and I didn't want a solid color the would dominate the space. This 5'x7' rug filled the bill and is meant to look like a worn-out oriental rug. I had 23 rugs on my 'wish list' at Wayfair before I narrowed it down and I'm happy with my final choice.
Last but not least, pulling back the shower curtain to show the safety features in my shower. They are one of the reasons why when I was looking for condos a few years ago I couldn't find one that didn't feel like a downgrade for aging in place. If the portable chair is removed there's enough room for a rolling shower-chair for a disabled person. It might look like over-kill with all the grab bars but trust me, as the caregiver helping with showers I used them all...and still do to practice being safe in the leading place where seniors fall. Anyone remodeling a bathroom needs to plan for their needs down the road, think safety and accessibility BEFORE you actually need it. (Are you listening, N.K.B.?) After Don's stroke our houses sat empty and we were parked in a small apartment while our new house was being built because neither one of our old houses had bathrooms that could be remodeled to suit his needs. Even the apartment bath had to be approved before the hospital would release him to my care. In the stroke community I ran into a lot of people who spent unnecessary time in nursing homes waiting for their home bathrooms to be upgraded for safety and/or accessibility.
If you think I'm being militant about this issue now, you should have known me a year or two out from Don's stroke, after we'd been through major housing issues. We had too much income to quality for the government subsidized apartment buildings that are set up for the disabled and the required 10% accessible apartments in large privately owned complexes were being rented to people who didn't need them. The apartment we did find had to have the bathroom and bedroom doors removed to accommodate his wheelchair while the apartment next to us had the government's basic ADA requirements---zero steps, wide doorways, grab bars in the bathroom---was rented by a young, healthy girl. Hopefully, the housing accessibility issue is better now than it was in 2000 but I wouldn't bet on it. Some states have since passed laws that large builders must build 10% of their houses accessible but back when I was following stuff like this, there was push back on making that a federal law. And ordinary people like to fool themselves into thinking they will never have a need for commonsense stuff like good grab bars. Drives me crazy! Rant off.
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