Found by my dad via super internet search. This was our bunk bed when Kendall and I were kids and shared a room. After years of trying to explain it to people by strange sketches on cocktail napkins: here it is!It gets even wilder.
Dad built this HIMSELF. From scratch! With like, heavy machinery. I can still hear the scream of the shopsmith.
Of course my parents upped the game a little by painting this bed in girly pinks, purples, and light blues and instead of a ladder my dad built some steps and magically opened up for more storage. My grandma sewed our mattress covers (since they had to be specially made).
I slept in the top bunk and Kendall slept in the smaller bottom. I still remember the first night they tucked us in.
"Good night!!"
"Good night!"
Door closes. And BAM Kendall's head pops up so she's peaking into the window of my bed. I think we lasted about 5 minutes before we were separated. In fact, I don't remember ever going to bed at the same time in those bunks. Kendall would go to sleep in my parents' room while I read for hours--I was usually still reading when my parents brought her (sound asleep) back into her lower bunk.
But seriously, are these beds amazing or what? Not pictured: if you go into the little playhouse and take a hard right, there is a secret cave underneath the smaller bed. It's a great place to hide Christmas candy.
I don't think Dad has used the shopsmith since then.
4 comments:
The Shopsmith was sent to Shopsmith hospital...hopefully can be resuscitated for the next generation of little girl projects! I should hear the Shopsmith doctor's prognosis in about a week.
ahhh the memories! and to think it was the IKEA bed that gave Dad so many problems!
The bed is totally impressive...but was your room always that tidy? Equally impressive in my eyes!
so. frickin. cool.
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