It's a very good question, actually. It all seems like a blur to me. I think the last time I managed to get a post up, my daughter was either just about to leave for ten days or had just left for ten days. I haven't had much sleep since then, regardless.... So, I just checked the blog and the last time I posted it was about the rat cage and the sofa, at the end of July. I think the last time I said anything about my daughter's room it was sometime around the 20th of July. Good grief, so much has changed. I had ten days to get the room "done" and anyone who knows me would say that for me to think that I'd get it all done in that kind of time frame was crazy. It would take me nine days and a couple of hours to come to that same realization.
I can't even remember everything that happened, but I think it started out that I was still working on the framing and then I finally broke down and asked to borrow a van so that I could purchase the MDF to skin the bed frame. I wanted 3/8" MDF, or was it 1/4"? I can't even remember. The big box store doesn't carry MDF in anything less than 1/2" (which is overkill and weighs more than I do I think). I called the lumber store across the street and they were OUT OF STOCK. What are the chances that on the one day that I get a van, they're out of stock? I was so mad/upset/frustrated/upset/upset/upset....I ended up buying a sheet of 3/8" plywood, G1S, for the top of the bed, though I was very unhappy about it because I really didn't want any grain showing on this project at all. I then had a small mental Olympics in the sheet goods aisle and decided I'd use hardboard instead of plywood, if MDF was out of stock. It was a stupid idea and I freely admit that now. The hardboard is currently residing in my living room until I can find something to do with it. Let's see, do I have any photos of where things stood at this point in the story? No, so I'll just carry on.
I begged A_____ to help me manouver the 4x8 sheet of plywood through the table saw, which was an absolutely atrocious first attempt at using that tool. Which reminds me, poor A_____ also got stuck with the job of assembling said table saw, when, after coming home from the fateful shopping trip, I asked him to please open the table saw box for me and he informed me that it was in about one hundred pieces. That was not a good day. So, eventually the plywood top for the bed was put in place and I started to cut the hardboard, which was easier since it's not as heavy (it's only attribute in this story). It was a stupid, stupid choice for what I was intending and after I tried a couple of pieces I think I went a bit over the edge and may have burst into tears and punched the offending bed, which only succeeded in making my knuckles swollen and tender for two days. The next day I begged my mother to come help me return the three remaining sheets of hardboard and bring back more plywood. The hardboard wouldn't fit in her SUV properly and would have arrived at the store, 15 minutes away, broken into pieces. We did manage to get a sheet of plywood though, since the drive was shorter for that trip and the wood was sturdier.
At some point around here I had the brilliant idea that if I used some of the shelves that the old owner had left in the basement to build my bookcases under the bed, I wouldn't have to buy a third sheet of plywood and since the boards were actually bookcases that had been taken apart, some of them had the pre-drilled holes in them to use with shelf supports, thereby answering the question of how I was going to make the shelves for the bookcases. Here is what it looked like at this point....
At this point I guess I bought a shed load of trim wood, after I'd made some quick diagrams of how I thought I wanted the finished trim to look. I still had some plywood pieces for the cubby hole to cut and the trim to rip and I had no push stick to safely work on the circular saw. The store I went to wanted almost $20 for a plastic push stick and I was so mad I think I ranted about it. My nerves were more than a little frayed by this point. I'd been living on caffiene and not eating much. When I'm into a project I tend to forget the finer points of living, like sleeping, eating and showering. I remember going through the day that I cut the trim only having had Coke Zero and I kept thinking to myself "In a bit I'll stop and get a late breakfast" As the sun was going down that day I realized that perhaps it was a little late for breakfast? Anyway, what I was trying to get at was that I made my own push stick and I happen to be really poud of it. It sucked up an hour of my life on that "breakfast" day but it was SO worth it. Here's what it looks like (I didn't measure it or anything but I did base the design on one I'd seen used on the internet).
Know what she said when I asked her if it was as good as she thought it would be? "It's way better than I thought it would be.!" No sweeter words were ever spoken. For those who are thinking to themselves "She can't sleep on that, she'll roll off there and break her neck!" Don't worry, I'd purchased a portable, fold down bed rail but waited to install it until after she'd seen the bed. In fact, my daughter opened the box and put the bed rail together herself, she was so excited about it. It's not as nice looking as the bed without the rail, but it's safer and it can be removed when no longer needed.