Most little girls dream of a four-poster bed. Let’s face it: even if you’re a tomboy, a four-poster bed is pretty cool. It acts as a really large tent where you can hide out and plot your revenge on older brothers who left you ‘hiding’ in the cupboard for the past three hours, instead of coming to ‘seek you out’ as promised.
I have to admit that I leaned more towards princess than tomboy as a girl, but I guess I’ve had my moments – and being a single mom for almost ten years, I have found myself on a learning curve of ‘being a guy’ and doing the ‘guy stuff’.
As a young Princess, I plotted many revenges against my brothers – and they usually ended with ‘to the dungeon’, and ‘off with their heads’ – but since they are both very much alive and well, I am sure you understand that all of this was just fantasy.
As was the four-poster bed. I’ve never had one. My grandmother did make me one for my doll when I was about eight though, so I was pretty lucky.
But did you know?
The four-poster bed originated to afford protection from things falling on people?
No, this is not a joke.
Even the peasants (the ones who had beds) had them – but theirs were made with rough wooden posts, and a simple sheet draped over the top.
Well…you know the saying….
“It’s raining cats and dogs”?
Back in the day, houses had thatched roofs with no wood underneath the thatch. During cold mornings and evenings, it was pretty much the ‘hottest place to be’, and cats (sometimes dogs who could get up there) and all sorts of other bugs and rodents would climb on up and hide there – like their own version of having hot chocolate to warm up.
All was good and well; until it rained. Rain made it slippery up there, so all these creatures would slip and fall, or be driven out of hiding and wind up ‘raining from the roof’.
They say the four-poster bed was ‘borne’ to stop the creatures from dirtying your clean bed. I’d lean more towards not wanting to wake up with a few creepy crawlies in my hair, thank you!
I am sure you know this little guy pictured below: he’s a four-legged creepy, similar and yet different to a lizard, albino and not very pleasant looking, and goes by the name ‘common house gecko’.
He is one of approximately forty that live in my home. I do not keep them as pets – they’re just here. I am rather fond of them though, despite their ugliness and the fact that every now and then I clutch my chest desperately when one runs out of a cupboard or from behind a picture.
Some Eastern superstitions say that if this little guy lands on your right shoulder, it is considered a good omen; on your left shoulder is considered a bad omen. But that tells me nothing about what superstition says about him landing on your back? (I’m not superstitious, just in case you were wondering.)
There were two of these little guys fighting above me the other night. I say little, but they were each about 4 inches in size. I heard their mad clicking, and the next thing there was a plop – on the centre of my back. I jumped up and did the necessary clutching of my chest, while my ‘attacker’ ran across my sheet like lightening, somehow managing to escape my dog who had by then been alerted and was on the hunt. The attacker made his way back up the opposite wall, and I climbed into bed with a watchful eye on both him and his partner, as they scurried in opposite directions. I came to the conclusion that even though I am not a Princess and vengeful plotting has been rather unsuccessful……
I think I need a four-poster bed!