I know I am not the only one who has dreamed of having a beautiful, hand crafted four poster canopy bed. Most young girls do, especially if they have parents who have exposed them to classics, anywhere from Jane Austin books to Elizabethan period piece movies. It is something most of us girls dream about.
Seeing as how miraculous beds like these don’t fall into the average American girls’ laps, I decided it was high time I started planning one of my own. I have drawn pictures as a young girl of canopied beds and have compared my life to that of the rich aristocracy of my wildest imaginations. While I am sure my loving mother would have loved to have supplied me with such a coveted bed, it wasn’t exactly within my family’s budget, especially with me being the oldest of five and living below the poverty level.
As an adult, I have started projects and not finished them. Everything was always a flight of fancy. It has always made me incredibly irate that I have never exercised the self discipline to complete a well thought out and dreamed of fantasy. This time, I have decided it was time to turn over a new leaf.
I am thirty years old, I am single, and I have no children. I have a promising career that demands much of my time, and when I am at home, I sit on the couch like a vegetable and obsess over how freaked out I get by watching “Supernatural.” I can’t even walk past my descending staircase anymore in the dark without freaking out.
Rather than waste my life away watching someone else live their dream, I began dreaming my own dreams again. The beauty of being a single woman of my age without children is that I have no limits (other than monetary limits). I don’t define myself in one class or another except for the fact that I am…well…bored, to be honest. I am tired of being bored. While I may be making something of myself in a professional manner and know who I am while I am at work, I have no idea who I am as an individual woman.
So…I decided on a pet project. I have been vastly intrigued by this whole “pallet” fad. When I worked at Home Depot as a barely non-legal adult (I was eighteen), I found pallets super cool and dreamed of the kinds of things I could do with them if I was able to break them down. Now…12 years later, I am finally realizing that dream. I have bought pallets. Currently, I have CHIP pallets (those super, heavy duty blue or red ones), and I have stone pallets (still extremely tough but much more forgiving for newbies like myself).
Seeing as how the chip pallets are so…resilient, I have decided to go with the stone pallets for the base of my bed frame. Not only are they more pliant, they also have three openings on each end which will be ideal for drawers (and maybe some hidden cubby holes). Combine that with some amazing posts, I can have an incredible four poster bed with a limited income and many, MANY hours of painstaking labor on my end.
I decided I wanted to go the painfully slow route and HAND CHISEL/CARVE each post with a cool geometric design. The last few nights I have spent HOURS on these posts and thought, “OMG, I am living my dream. I am creating a masterpiece work of art and making so much progress.” Wrong. Wrong on so many levels. While my chiseling isn’t COMPLETELY abysmal, my idea of time was way off. I have now (in the time frame of almost 8 hours), completed 1 foot’s worth of chiseling and carving. One foot out of seven feet. On ONE of FOUR sides. To make matters worse? I have four posts. So in doing the math (keeping to my current under-amateur chiseling speed), I am looking at another 888 hours of labor. If I become proficient, I may be able to shave off (no pun intended) a couple hundred hours. This is just for the chiseling. Then, I am going to have to sand, stain, and lacquer each post.
I almost feel like I bit off more than I can chew. But you know what? It’s going to be worth it in the end. My bed will be far from perfect. But it will be my own masterpiece and something completely unique to me.