This is me, in my bedroom, dated May 1979. I was 3 1/2 years old. As of right now, that nightstand and its matching dresser are in the bedroom of my house, and I use them every day. This means I have been using the same set for 28 years. It's no wonder that sometimes I don't feel like an adult.
Today, I committed to buy a new bedroom set. With John moving here (eventually), we needed something that we both liked and that had more pieces to gain more drawer space. We have similar taste when it comes to this furniture, and we wanted something with a more contemporary design, clean lines, etc. I don't like bedroom furniture with scroll work or detailing; just not my thing. I was invited to a wholesale furniture show along with my Dad, and I saw this set. The design (and price) were winners, so I sent John some pictures. He liked it too, so I told Dad to let the wholesaler know that I wanted to buy it. It's in his stock, so I can probably get it next week. I picked out all of the pieces, with a nightstand for each of us. I'm so excited! Grown-up furniture!