Ok, truth be told, this sketch is a bit of a cheat. My current bed is a large white square against a blank white wall. It is the most comfortable bed ever, but not very exciting to draw. I took out on old sketch of my bed in Collingwood and re-drew it for today's challenge. I actually was at M&D's house, where the bed now lives, so I was able to look at the original while sketching the details.
I loved this house. Once in a while I pine for the old house on Pine Street. I remember listening to 'Love Me Tender' stream uninterrupted through the old single pane of glass in this window late into the night during the annual Elvis festival. I remember all the intricate tile and woodwork on the fireplace surrounds. I remember how the floors looked after I had the old carpet ripped out and all the layers of the years hand scrapped and sanded off to reveal the old wood below.
I forget how the furnace died the day I moved in (in February), how not just music but every gust of wind slipped unhindered through the hundred year old windows. How, if I added up what I spent reno-ing and subtracted that from what I sold it for, it would almost equal what I paid for it. Old houses. You have to love them. There's no other way they make sense.