The underside of the bed, plus Dave's feet.
I’d planned on blogging this earlier, but life (specifically, new life) interfered. For going on six months or so, RocketMan had been saying he wanted to build a bed—something with storage underneath. Weeks passed, months passed, and as I neared my due date and mentioned we’d better get a move on the big projects, he roped a friend into hauling plywood from Lowe’s, and at long last, after a lifetime of twin beds, futons, and a box-spring base, I’m actually sleeping on a queen-sized bed. Like, one with legs and everything.
The construction couldn’t be simpler: two sheets of plywood fastened together with 1x4s, all mounted on lengths of pipe (capped with rubber to protect the hardwood floor). Not only is sleeping more comfortable on the harder surface, but we have 12 inches of height under there, resulting in an additional 30 square feet of storage space—no small feat for a 680-SF apartment. (That’s 4% of the floor space, if you’re doing the math.)
I need to get some nice drawers for under ours. Once I heard the feng shui edict that clutter under the bed makes for clutter in our lives, I’ve been strictly a “nothing under the bed” girl. But, living in a FAR less than 680 sq foot apartment has changed my tune. Nice drawers are sounding pretty darned orderly.