The much awaited event arrived and it was close enough to perfect that I won’t blemish the memory of it with details. 3B arrived home from Mrs. K’s with Grammy to find brand new bunk beds in his room.
OK, for a moment he was more fixated on watching Down in the Valley, but once he saw his new room, he was happy to play in there, both on his new beds with their cool IKEA linens and on his old futon with a 10-year old sheet pulled over it.
I love the new look of his room. The linens are a sort of Twitter-logo-meets-Juno-animation depiction of a menagerie. The white beds are perfect against his red walls and alongside his white dresser and closet doors. It was
disheartening interesting to find when we bought these that white furniture is reserved for girls–the salesman went so far as to tell us that we didn’t want white for our boy, that we wanted brown…because he’s clearly been to our house and seen how it’s decorated–and that white furniture costs more than shit brown boys furniture.
Has the free market really determined that parents aren’t willing to spend as much on their boys as they are on their girls?
Before I ruin the moment more than I already have, here is 3B cavorting in his new room, and for those of you willing to wait a minute or two, there is footage of me, taken by our budding cinematographer who is now more interested in taking pictures than being in them.