Apartment Therapy -
5 Nov 2017 19:30
Growing up, I slept on a twin-sized iron daybed with a roll-out, pop-up trundle. While I often begrudged it because my bedding options were much more limited (the amount of awful granny looking bed-in-a-bags my mom and I had to shuffle through to land on anything that felt age appropriate still haunts me), it was sleepover headquarters at my house. Having a trundle meant I had a built-in guest bed and none of my friends ever had to bring over a sleeping bag (or cram into my tiny twin with me unc...
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