Finally, adulthood comes to my bedroom.

Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about furniture here.

I have been waiting on a grown up bedroom suit of my own for years and years, and it has finally arrived. We had been using my inlaws hand-me-down furniture since we got married, but I have been searching high and low for the perfect bedroom furniture since

• I’m very particular about my furniture
• I’m the most indecisive person I know
• I’m cheap

So, when we stepped into a local furniture store last Saturday and saw this bedroom suit sitting there in all it’s distressed glory, I knew this was the one. It’s missing the matching chest, but that’s ok.  It was a closeout and we got the very last King suit they had, which also meant it was DIRT CHEAP. Ahhhh I love a good bargain. We snatched it up and it was delivered on Tuesday. In the meantime, I put the old hand-me-down furniture from my inlaws on Craigslist. If you’ve got a second, please peruse my ad because I cracked myself up while writing it. The best news? We actually sold that old furniture within hours after posting it!! The dude is coming to pick it up first thing in the morning! Whoooop!

Here is the new suit.  It seriously makes me drool just looking at it. It is made by Schnadig Furniture, but we can’t pronounce that word very easily so J started calling it “Schnasty Furniture”. For some reason J likes to give our furniture nicknames. The cushy leather sofa that eats you alive and requires 2 pulls and a prayer to get out of is called “Big Mellow” because it feels like you are sitting on a marshmallow. The matching leather chair and ottoman is called “The Phatness”. So if you ever come and sit in my living room be sure to give a shout-out to Big Mellow and The Phatness for providing you with such squishy warm comfort. When we took our trip to Canada last year he dubbed it “Canasty”. Don’t ask me why my husband is crazy. I do not know the answer.

Anyway. This new bed has been dubbed “Big Schnasty”. There are plenty of obvious jokes in that one, but I’ll let yall figure those out for yourselves.

Can’t wait to stub my toe on this in the middle of the night:

I realize now that with the exception of Baby G’s nursery, nearly every piece of furniture in my house is either distressed or handpainted. Including my kitchen cabinets. Do you think this I should seek help for this little addiction? Is there a Distressed Furniture Lovers Anonymous?

Yesterday I was cleaning out my desk and ran across this magazine clipping from a few years ago. My sister had ripped this out of a BHG magazine in June of 2006. She told me “THIS is the bedroom suit you need.” At the time I thought to myself, “Yeah, right, there’s no way I could afford something that big and fancy.” But I held on to the magazine cutout for two years. At one point I folded it up and put it in my inspiration folder.

Look at it.

And now look at my bed.

Spitting. Freaking. Image.

Is that unbelievable or what??