Well, this is the last time you'll hear me whining about that bed. I remembered my stash I keep in this chintz teapot. Though I must have been dipping into it a lot, (told you I can't remember anything) it is going for my bed. That, and I had two ladies that just left who took me to the cleaners on some of the antiques I have been wanting to get rid of. They have a store and wanted to pay pennies on the dollar, but it was a chance to get rid of stuff and get my bed. A twofer and a new bed to boot. So done deal. Yippee!
