This is the story of a bed

…. but it’s also the story of “us”.

Once upon a time I was a sprightly young twenty something who slept on the horrid low platform bed that came with my rental. I turned to Freecycle for a new a bed and got a lot more than I bargained for…

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This is the advert for the bed that became mine:

OFFERED: Large Iron & Brass Bedframe (Vauxhall.)
Posted by: “TS” Wed Dec 3, 2008 2:10 am (PST)
Very large (7 feet long, five feet wide) iron & brass bedframe, with
wooden slat base. Comes in parts – no mattress.

A bit shabby but looks good. Needs a lot of space.

Well. No matter that my mattress wasn’t wide enough, yet alone long enough. I had a massive bedroom and loved the idea of a really epic bed to go in it. So I got the bed and filled both ends up with pillows. It was so much too long for me that I could have a row of about three pillows at the end without touching them wth my feet. Having loads of big pillows at both ends meant that it was the perfect place for me and my four housemates to lounge around on a Sunday morning, drinking coffee with the papers.

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I sent the original owner a little email to say thanks:

Dear TS,
Just wanted to say thanks again for giving me your lovely brass bed.  I was so happy to banish my old bedframe to the cellar and I think the new (old) one and
I will have many happy (exceedingly comfortable) years together. I’ve managed to bodge together an extra ft of mattress (from an old bit of caravan foam) and seconded about a thousand pillows, so my bed is now a big squishy place for both sleeping and socialising. I’ve attached a picture of Christmas morning, when seven of us ate breakfast and drank buck’s fizz in the bed.
Sincerest thanks and best wishes,
Annabel x

and he replied:

Hi Annabel,
Thanks for your lovely note – am so glad it’s gone to a good home. And seven people?!? Wow.
TSx

Somewhere along the line, my good friend started talking about this exceedingly tall, lovely, man she worked with and how we should go out, seeing as he was 6 foot 8 inches and my bed was 7 foot. This conversation happened so many times, that we all used to call this poor man my “boyfriend”, even though he and I had never met. The rest of my friends ended up meeting him at various different times and would come home and tell me that they’d met my boyfriend and he was great. It was one of those funny silly things. This man and I ended up sending each other a few letters (via our friend) before we’d ever met. One of the first text messages he ever sent me was: “You’re the best girlfriend ever”. The first postcard I ever sent him (again, before me met), said “I love you” on it (you can see it here).

Anyway. I bet you can guess how this all ended. We met. We kissed. He now sleeps in that 7 foot bed every night and I call him Mr Vita. We’re getting married next year.

So I like to tell people I got my boyfriend on Freecycle, because it’s almost true. We would have met anyway, and I’m pretty sure we’d have fallen in love anyway, but all the “hype” really helped to get us off to a good start…

I emailled “TS” again…

Dear TS,
I’m not sure if you remember my name, I’m the girl that took your bed from you on freecycle last year. Now, I promise I’m not going to be sending you yearly updates on the bed, but I thought you’d be amused to know that I now have a boyfriend who is 6ft 8 – he loves the bed! In fact, the bed was almost instrumental in us getting together as it sort of led to our mutual friend setting us up. So double thanks for that.
Best wishes and happy new year,
Annabel

And he replied:

That’s fantastic! Congrats to you both. It’s nice to get the occasional news about that óle bed, and I’m so glad it found a great home. Happy New Year to you (both!)

TS

So there you have it. How a random freecycle advert led me to the love of my life. And the bed we call home. TS was right in his advert, it is “a bit shabby but looks good” (and lord knows it needs a lot of space), but we love it. At some point in the next year I want to fix some rattly bits, paint it, replace the squat brass knobs with some nice big orbs and get a much taller mattress. But whatever it looks like, I’ll always love the bed that brought me to Mr V.

You can check out how to use Freecycle in this post – I’d love to hear your success stories!

Psst – here’s the bed in it’s new home (better light = better pictures too!).

9 Comments

  • Melanie @ Mailbox Journey
    August 30, 2011 - 8:00 pm | Permalink

    isn’t it funny when things work themselves out that way? what an interesting story!

  • z
    August 30, 2011 - 8:30 pm | Permalink

    love it. such a great story to tell the kids (we are 2 years overdue now btw, haha) and grandkids. ;) xx

  • Annabel Vita
    August 31, 2011 - 5:41 pm | Permalink

    Thanks both. And Z, yes we are. Better get cracking on that, haha.

  • Staci @ My Friend Staci
    September 2, 2011 - 8:41 pm | Permalink

    I bet your blog got a big upswing of hits after linking to it on YHL. This story makes me smile SO MUCH! :) :) Love the gigantic bed. I have the opposite problem–my husband’s feet dangled off the end of my Full and we had to upgrade.

  • myfriendstaci
    September 2, 2011 - 8:47 pm | Permalink

    I bet your blog got a big upswing of hits after linking to it on YHL. This story makes me smile SO MUCH! :) :) Love the gigantic bed. I have the opposite problem–my husband’s feet dangled off the end of my Full and we had to upgrade.

  • Annabel Vita
    September 13, 2011 - 2:59 pm | Permalink

    @myfriendstaci Glad you liked the post Staci! Gigantic beds and tall men are the best.

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  • August 29, 2012 - 5:06 pm | Permalink

    What a great story! I was secretly hoping you would end up falling in love with the previous owner of the bed, but your happy ending was a great plot twist – the makings of a cute movie =)

    • August 30, 2012 - 9:59 am | Permalink

      Haha! That would have been pretty funny but I love the man I ended up with so it’s a happy ending indeed!

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