My daughter was due home for a visit and I was thrilled. We hadn’t seen her in several months and were excited about her weekend stay. After five years living in this house, I decided it was time to finish our extra bedroom. The Murphy bed in the side bedroom was functional, but not warm and welcoming. I wanted cozy and comfortable.
Though originally destined as a guest room, it had become a ‘catchall’ space, housing computers, books, crafts, odd chairs and tax returns, as well as various items that would not fit in the garage. I worked diligently, painting, decorating, throwing away, and obviously adding necessary items – dresser, desk, bureau – garage sale antiques that I cleaned up and made cozy. Except for the antique trundle bed – that was something I couldn’t live without. Along with a couple of mirrors and lots of photos: the girl’s graduations, first baby steps, tiny scrawls of ‘I love you mama’ on pieces of paper – the items a mother cannot let go.
It did not matter to me that my baby was out of college and working on Wall Street.
I simply knew she would love sleeping on the trundle bed with its beautifully arched backboard, brass end caps, feather bed, patchwork comforter and a dozen lace throw pillows. Several lace doilies on a night table and her baby mobile from her christening hanging in the corner completed my vision of cozy, inviting and comfortable.
Feeling really good about the ‘new’ look of our alternative garage, I waited for her look of awe. She barely got through the front door when I walked her to the newly completed sleeping space.
Ma! What’s with the room?
Don’t’cha love it? I was…
Ma! It’s freaky. It’s a kid’s room.
No it’s not, it’s our new guest room.
Ma! You have my Cabbage Patch doll on the pillow!
I know, isn’t she cute? Did you notice I put your red velvet baby dress on her?
She? It’s a doll – not a she! And…and… you have my old Easter bunnies on the chair…MA! You have my mobile hanging in the corner. My mobile! This is too weird.
I was crushed. Jerry stood at the door silently saying, “I told you so” which was fine – I would deal with him harshly at a later time! Let him think he’s safe .
Samantha’s friend Matt arrived for dinner and as I finished setting the table I noticed them chatting quietly in the corner. When I asked if all was okay, she replied:
“Yeah, Matt just got a little freaked when he looked at the guest room and my Cabbage Patch doll was staring at him. It reminds him of, “Bride of Chucky’s Doll House.” He thought maybe you had adopted a kid or something. His mom threw all his old garbage out when he left home.”
Silently, my mind screamed – Garbage? She threw out all his baby things?
Setting the lasagna and French bread on the table, I waited for dinner to end. The food was good – conversation was limited. Samantha and Matt left for a movie. Jerry went searching for his remote control – he thought he’d escaped retribution.
Opening a lovely bottle of Shiraz, I walked into the Bride of Chucky Suite and placed my crystal wine glass on the antique corner table. I sat in the overstuffed, sage-green barrel chair with complimenting embroidered pillows. It was situated at a west-facing window flanked by lace curtains that allowed the setting sun to filter in onto the flowered carpet and illuminate the stained glass ornaments.
I was right – this is cozy, inviting and comfortable.
…just my thoughts