Posted by When I moved out of my house into my apartment, I brought with me some of the trappings of having lived 5+ years in a single-family home, namely two beds. (A third I left at my parents’ house). My apartment is technically a two bedroom construct but the small bedroom can barely fit a queen-sized bed. So I did the practical thing – I stacked my beds on top of each other. Two box springs, two mattresses – a double-decker bed. Yes, yes it is awesome. I actually have to jump (up) into bed!
But this left me the problem of having to lean down out of bed to access my end-table. After debating at length with the wise and furry Oreo (who mostly just sighed at me), I decided to take a small chest-of-drawers and stack my end table on top of it. Voilà!
While a double-decker end-table most assuredly serves my purpose, I have a suspicion that were I to acquire a wife or live-in girlfriend (or even a not live-in girlfriend?), this solution would become unacceptable. I daresay my double-decker bed would also be rendered surplus to requirements. And not because she might have trouble getting into bed. (That’s what a step-stool or mini-trampoline is for). Rather, such arrangements would be surplus to modern domesticity… feng shui, GQ, Queer Eye, Martha Stewart or whatever the hell trend to which the gilded masses and the proletariat have fallen prey. I ain’t tryin’ to be different for the sake of being different. I’ll concede this isn’t the most elegant solution but… well.. c’mon, it’s double-decker!
