I’m sorry that I’ve been kind of losery up in here — someone obviously forgot to drink their tiger blood — but you guys gotta cut me some slack (please). My mind is so feverishly feeble that I need a cane just to get to the other side of a sentence. Thank goodness Karly will be here tomorrow to rescue me, but until then you can watch me limp through this post like a broken gazelle. Don’t sick the hyenas on me just yet; I do at least have a few pretty pictures for you. Of beds. That I would like to lounge on. During the day.
They’re called daybeds.
Karly has one and now I want one, too… not that I could squeeze another single stick of furniture into this house. But as I’ve laid propped up on the couch for hours at a time, snotty toddler wheezing at my chest, watching Coraline and Nightmare Before Christmas (Ike has interesting taste) play like a stop action mobius strip across our tv, I’ve really found myself wishing we had a bed in the living room.
A daybed might be a little less squicky, right?
[Lonny, Marie Claire Maison]
I love everything about picture one. Ah…if life could only remain perpetually styled. Dammit…now I want a daybed. Great.
Ah, daybeds, one of my favorite things. I bet you could squeeze one in somewhere (says the woman whose house is about to explode). I love your inspiration images!
I hope the sweet Ikester feels better soon. You absolutely get a hall pass.
You’re never losery. But that’s a word that I’m totally stealing. I hope you and Ike are starting to mend!
Oh, I love daybeds. My mother-in-law has an antique frenchy one that — just after I steal it from her — I’d love to reupholster in softest, buttery leather. But, I too, am completely out of room. Sad. So, I guess her daybed is safe.
Sorry, I can’t focus on anything else besides your goth toddler. Your gothoddler. New word! Let’s use it!
Those ARE pretty pics.
And you are still wildly witty even caning through sentenences..
Sorry bout snotty babies. That’s why I don’t have them. Snot and poop and barf.
I can’t decide which to move into. Do you think if I pick #2 I’ll later regret not picking #3? Or should I just go with #1 and call it a day? Decisions!
goth toddler, that’s funny.
now I want a day bed too.
We are hurrying as fast as we can guys. Stiff upper lip!
“My mind is so feverishly feeble that I need a cane just to get to the other side of a sentence.” This (ironically) is one of the best sentences ever written.
William and I watched Nightmare Before Christmas *a lot* when he was a wee one.
I’ll take # 3 please — mainly because of the color of the day-bed.
I saw the most amazing daybed at the auction yesterday. Had to stop every impulse in my body from bidding. Only it was ginormous and wouldn’t even fit in my monster loft.
Would you ever do one daybed, one sofa? Instead of two sofas? I remember you mentioning you were over your sofa combination.