I am on a bed-building mission. A few years ago, I moved into a new place and needed a bed. Pronto. So I picked up the Engan bed by Ikea. It did not have a great life. It squeaked, the screws continuously became loose, and the slats would fall through – even though I upgraded and purchased a set of better slats. Let’s just say it is terminally ill and will likely not make it through summer. Enough is enough.
Bye bye Engan…
So this time I am going to build a new bed. And then when it squeaks and falls apart I can look at myself in the mirror and say, “Hot damn, girl. You did that.” It really is far preferable. Right? I will own those flaws.
