Bedroom For The Grandkids – On A Budget
Our latest project has been a labor of love – a bedroom for our grandchildren. There was very little money involved. It was mainly about elbow grease. That seems to be the way with most of our projects.
On past visits, our grandchildren have slept in our guest room with their parents. The youngest slept in my son’s old crib, and the 3-year-old used an air mattress. This situation spurred us into action before the holidays.
My husband and I decided to turn his workout room (really a spare bedroom) into a bedroom for them. He only took pause for a minute there, but when I suggested that we finish the attic for his exercise room, an idea he quickly warmed to, he started working out in our bedroom as a temporary solution. I’ve heard no complaints so far.
The workout room was already a good medium blue, and I already had a crib for the youngest grandchild. So we were halfway there. All we needed was a bed. I had just the thing.
When my son was almost 3-years-old, I went on a scavenger hunt because that’s what I always did back then. We didn’t have a lot of money, and it certainly was cheaper than buying new, and I had a penchant for old things anyway. We would crawl all over thrift stores and junk shops in search of just the right thing.
In this case, all we had to do was roam around a dusty, mouse infested barn that belonged to my father-in-law. When he realized I was looking for an old iron bed, he invited me to take a look at some beds that were stored in the barn. He enjoyed the fact that I had the druthers for old things.
We climbed up to the loft in his huge, old barn. My husband’s father liked me very much, and I knew it pleased him to know that he had the precise thing I was looking for. Shafts of sunlight poured in through the gaps between the weathered boards. I peered through the diluted light as dust motes floated aimlessly in the air. When my eyes adjusted, I saw not one but at least half a dozen beautiful, old iron beds. He told me to choose the one I liked most.
Old relics are not everyone’s cup of tea, but they’re mine. I fell for this simple, old iron bed with lots of curly cues. You still see these beds around. They’re not the rarest of things, but I love mine, and I loved the man who gave it to me.
I brought my prize home and proceeded to paint it an incredibly bright red color. My son’s room had red and white striped shades and brightly colored curtains. It resembled a circus. I can say that it was cheerful.
Eventually my son got a bigger and newer bed. Over the past 30 something years, I’ve insisted and cajoled, and my husband has sportingly agreed to drag this bed from house to house as life changed on a dime, and we found ourselves moving yet again to new digs. I’d watch the movers or my husband load it on the truck, knowing it would end up somewhere in an attic or basement or garage at the other end. Even though I knew it would not be used just yet, I found it comforting that I still had it – a little bit of the past and a little bit of the future.
I continued to insist that my grandchildren would sleep in it someday. It’s very heavy, and I’ve probably paid more for moving companies to move it from place to place than it’s actually worth. But hey!
So I asked my husband to go up to the attic and bring it down one more time, and that has been our latest project. Have a look, but please know that I’m aware that this is a room at Grandma’s house. My son’s room was never this neat, and this room will not stay this way for more than five seconds after the kids arrive.
I found a serious bargain on the comforter, pillow and red blanket at Marshall’s. The sheets were found at Target. ~ Then (just like old times) we went to Goodwill to look for shelves. ($5 for the small one and $7 for the long one) They were brown wood, but white paint solved that. ~ …and this is how it all turned out…
About three years ago, I found the print, Heads or Tails, at a thrift shop. $6.00~ Noah was found at the same thrift shop for a couple of dollars. My Raggedy Ann when I was a little girl… As soon as the baby is old enough to leave the crib, I’ll be on the hunt for another old bed. I do love junk stores.