A few months after Kiki’s custom hacked Ikea Kura Bed was done, the complaints began — despite her delight in the beginning. She didn’t like climbing the ladder. She didn’t like sleeping on the bottom. Yada yada yada. You can imagine my dismay. How could this be???
Um, no, you cannot have another bed. Don’t even think about it. Not after everything I went through to create the thing — and let’s not even talk about the expense after buying the bed, the fabric, the ill fated Drummel tool and all those emergency distress calls to the handyman.
Here’s a little reminder of what we’re talking about . . .
The complaints kept on coming. “The bed’s not comfortable, Mom. What can you doooooo??”
This is the problem with being a mom who creates things on demand. Expectations can get a bit out of control.
Then it occurred to me — the Kura Bed is meant to be reversible. Maybe I could flip it, and that would solve Kiki’s issues.
By flipping the bed, I mean changing it from this . . .
. . . to this . . .
I mean, how hard could it be??? (Hahaha.)
I discussed this plan with the customer, and she agreed that flipping the bed would be an acceptable (and free) alternative.
Of course, one cannot just turn the bed upside down and call it a day — especially if panels are covered with directional fabric, ahem.
It became clear that the frame would have to be taken apart completely and that the panels would need to be flipped and reconfigured. And it would have to be reassembled in such a way as to put the ladder on the side of the bed that sits against the wall. This would take some brain power to figure out. And there would be more elbow grease involved.
In truth, it took some time for me to accept this cruel fact.
After a brief mourning period, I wiped away the tears and stated to take the bed apart. It was too painful a process to document with photography, so you’ll just have to use your imagination to picture the grisly scene. And the cursing. There was so much cursing that I had to send all children out of earshot until the project was complete . . . again.
In the end, I came up with this . . .
Don’t tell Kiki, but I really do like this version better than the original.
At night, when we turn on the twinkle lights for bedtime stories, it really is magical.
I love the mermaids hanging out on the bottom of the bed. You might miss them if you aren’t paying attention.
Word to the wise — if you go this route with the Kura bed, be very careful to remember to bend your head down when getting into it, especially when running and jumping exuberantly. Knocking your head on the top of the frame can be brutal. Really brutal. So far, this has only happened once.
Guess what. Kiki’s now asking for curtains like the ones I put on Lulu’s bed.