Successfully painted, the bed has taken up residence in the craft/guest room. Having never slept on a top bunk, I was a little wary of it at first, but Mr. Bear, having grown up with a bunk bed, assures me it is quite sturdy. In my determination to cheese up the place I hung some red and white lights under the bed, soon to be joined by a pair of large red maribou-trimmed foamboard hearts from last year's Valentine show. 'Cause I secretly want to live in a Vegas cabaret.
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