It used to be at the foot of the bed. I didn’t buy it because it was animal print, in fact I thought about not buying it because it was animal print. Not that I don’t like animal print, I just wasn’t sure how it would work in the room. It turned out to be perfect (style-wise). My main reason for buying it was that it was the exact dimensions I was looking for. Right length and most importantly, right height. I wanted it at the foot of the bed and I wanted it to be the exact height of the bed frame. Why you ask? Because I have a disease that makes me see things that don’t visually work and it drives me bonkers. Bench must equal bed frame height. Trust me.
That bench’s number one job was to provide access to the bed for Melvin. The bed is pretty high and he needed something lower to be able to get up on his own. The fact that I could sit on it comfortably was bonus. That bench has served him well. Until recently. Melvin has back arthritis and like anyone else with arthritis or joint issues, nighttime is stiff time and it has become harder and harder for him to get up on that bench. He misses sometimes. So, that bench must go.
Here is the thing, remember when I told you that as a crazy person, the bench and bed frame needed to be the same height. Cue cold sweat. Obviously Melvin matters more to me than my decorating OCD. Right? Yes, yes, of course he does. So I
stalked look for a different bench. One that I love but that would also work better for Melvin.
Melvin jumps onto it and then onto the bed with such ease, he’s like a gazelle. From a design perspective, this bench is lovely, look at those lines. Of course… it’s made for a bed that sits MUCH lower and also for a human who prefers to sit much lower. But my boy can come and go on the bed again and that is all that matters.
Decorating OCD be dammed! (That is code for I need more wine).