Around the age of 10 I wanted anything in my bedroom other than the twin canopy that had been handed down to me. I had my sophisticated eye set on a white metal framed daybed, you know the kind with the gold finial balls on each post? In other words, the cheap one. My grandparents had offered to buy me a daybed, just not That One. Off to the furniture store we went, eventually settling on a real beauty – cherry wood, scrolled head- and footboards, spindled back. After I moved off to college the day bed was retired to my Grandma’s spare bedroom, where it still sits in wait for me to one day (hopefully) hand down to my own daughter. All of this is the longwinded way of saying how thrilled I am that daybeds are having a moment again!
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