This was the week that was. For retirees we do seem to stay quite busy. Not frantically busy like a lot of you younger bloggers who are dealing with careers, children, schedules, etc., but we are busy enough.
|The new mattress|
One morning when I was changing the bed, I took a good look at our mattress and started doing some mental arithmetic. We bought it from Greenbriar Furniture (here in Bham) when we first moved here. Ye gods and little fishes! That was almost 19 years ago when we moved here from Jacksonville, AL, where first landed for a couple of years when we left Texas! How did this happen?
The lifespan of a mattress is about 8 to 10 years, unless it is a guest bed that is not slept on all the time. I had noticed a couple of dents that seemed to be permanent a couple of years ago, and I casually said, "Maybe it is time to go mattress shopping." I had read where a 15-year old mattress is so full of dust mites and sweat and human dead skin cells that it can actually weigh 20 pounds more than it did when you bought it! Ugh!
My not-so-subtle suggestions fell upon deaf ears, however, because Sweet Husband's father The Colonel, who knows everything (and please salute when you read this), said his mattress is about 30 years old and it is perfectly fine with an egg crate foam pad. Well, that accounts for why I cannot sleep when we visit -- we get his room -- and let me tell you that mattress feels like a slab of concrete.
I told Sweet Husband, "My father may not have commanded thousands of men (although he was bossy enough that he could have), but he did know you need a new mattress every 8 to 10 years! We never slept on old wornout mattresses!" (Notice how family history always gets into these decisions.)
|Notice how much taller the surface is now than the nightstands!|
|This photo from last year shows the height of the old mattress next to the nightstand --|
and it was fairly high, too.
You can also see the dips.
You can see how far down the white quilt drops.
At any rate, the bed did sleep more comfortably for a while. Then the surgery happened. At that point, the dips and sags had reappeared with a vengeance, but I told Sweet Husband, "I just can't deal with this right now."
Recently, when I started getting up at daylight and walking by myself, trying to loosen up my aching back, he decided that maybe we indeed ought to go look at mattresses. Last Monday, we set out to visit a few places here in our neighborhood area which sell them. I never realized there were so many! Holy Moley -- it is like Mexican restaurants -- there is at least one in every strip center!!!
First, we visited the new Sleep Number Bed Store. We got the slick sales pitch, and tried out all the beds, and then came the sticker shock. The top of the line king-size with a foot and head which raise separately on each side is about $10,000! For a mattress. Not a car, not a diamond ring -- a freakin' mattress.
We took the brochure, thanked the well-trained boy for his time and told him we would think about it. Then we stopped a couple more places, including H.H. Gregg. Don't ever go there. They don't care whether you buy anything or not. They don't offer to help, either, and if you ask for it, they don't know anything.
Moving on, we finally wound up at Mattress Warehouse at Lee Branch, which has a sister store right over in the next strip center. The sales manager was actually an articulate grownup who knew what he was talking about. We tried several brands including Temperpedic, Sealy, Serta, i-something or other and Simmons.
We decided on a Simmons Beautyrest because it was the most comfy and seemed like the best deal for the money. It was delivered Wednesday, along with a free "Bed in a Bag" as part of a promotion. I stashed that, except we did try the pillows.
The first night I went to bed with high expectations. However, I didn't sleep a wink, because (a) I was afraid I would fall off (or fall getting off) and (b) we tried those new pillows. They were too hot, being some kind of microfiber. We prefer our old ones because they are "juuuust right."
The new bed is super-comfy, and now we are sleeping like babies. The backache is gone, too, I am happy to report.
|See where that same quilt falls now?|
|Here's a little sneak peak at the slipcovers for the wing chairs.|
I fit them wrong side out and use a quilt tacking gun to get the fit.