(You knew I'd find something fun to make sure our motorhomin'-road-trippin'-campsite had some fun touches.)
I knew I wanted to get a pair of these little cuties as soon as Ralph got his motorhome, and surprisingly, once I decided to get them, I started seeing them everywhere online. Some of them are more creatively painted, and some without any yellow touches, and there were quite a few different shades of pink out there as well.
I ended up finding mine at World Market, and once I got them home, I decided to google up the history of the pink flamingo yard ornament. It turns out that back in 1957, a sculptor named Don Featherstone was hired by a Minnesota plastics company to create three dimensional lawn ornaments, and the pink flamingo was his second assignment. Being in Minnesota, he had never even laid eyes on a flamingo, and he had to use a National Geographic book to study photos of the long necked birds. Selling for less than three dollars a pair, they were an instant hit, winning America's hearts, and lawns.
As the 1960's progressed, America began to like more...well...natural looking yard decor, and for a while the pink flamingo yard art fell from grace. It has come back in a big way, with so many of us (me included.) loving the cool retro vibe.
My own personal relationship with pink flamingos goes back to the late 80's, when we moved our young family to the biggest little city from northern California. We bought our first home in a neighborhood of other young families, and long story getting longer, my then-husband purchased a single pink flamingo on a trip to the nearby ShopKo store. He brought it home, and during the warm spring and summer evenings, the flamingo would be there, stuck in someone's lawn, and then the entire neighborhood would know that this would be where we would gather that evening to visit and watch the kids play. As the Dad's were arriving home from work, that hot pink bird would appear on a lawn, and we'd all end up meandering to that house. At the end of the evening, someone would grab it and take it home, to place it in their yard the next evening. It's one of my fondest memories of that time of my life, raising our kids in what felt like small town America after living all my life in the crowded bay area.
I can hardly wait to go camping again, and break those sweet birds out of their box, and plop them into the dirt in our campsite, adding some cheerful whimsey.
God bless you, Don Featherstone.
Wednesday night was dealer night at Camas Antiques, and I was busy adding a couple sweet finds from a convent that was being demolished. Mmm hmm, see that charming little arched medicine cabinet? My daughter scored two of them this past week the night before the building was to be demolished, and if I had found a place in my cottage for one of them to
fit, they wouldn't have made it to my booth.
A few more treasures made their way to my booth space as well.....
...and I am working on a few painted items that will be added to the space next week.
This is all too fun!
I'm a little carried away.
Over the top.
But, that's kinda who I am, you know?
I'm already planning and list-making, and merit patch-buying for this summer's Camp Cupcake, and since I've picked the weekend in the summer to hold it, I'm getting ready to send out the save-the-dates.
I found these solar powered fire-fly mason jars that exude "camp-out" to me. (What do you think?)
I added homemade tags, and I think I might add some feather embellishments, and they will be good to go in the mail and in-person delivery next week.
It's going to be so much fun!
Thanks for all of the cottage compliments yesterday! Yes, I am having a ball making my house a cozy home, and I have so many ideas spinning in my head at all times, that it is all I can do to saty focused at work during the day.
I love it when I see a fabulous vintage idea, and then, at some random time and place, find it for myself. Case in point is this photo I pinned a good while back....
Oh, how I loved the look of the weathered canning jar basket, with canning jars filled with old silverware! A few months later, I saw the same concept at the Farm Chicks Show. It wasn't filled with silverware, but other items, but my heart jumped when I saw it, because I could not believe my luck, and I thought I could buy it.
Sadly, it had no tag, and when I asked about it, I was told it was not for sale.
Time passed, and when the Other Tracey was up helping with my booth, we went out thrifting. She spotted the wooden plate pedestal; she thought it was a lazy Susan, but then we discovered it was a pedestal. I had a cheap moment and was not going to buy it. (It was $2.99, for gosh sakes, and as I said, I was having a cheap moment.) She was horrified, and pointed out that I could paint it my signature robin's egg blue, which I could picture, and so I ended up buying it after all.
It sat in the garage for a week,and then I stopped by the Goodwill bins. I spied with my little eye, from an entire row away, the weathered metal canning basket.
I quite literally gasped out loud and scampered over to it, scooping it up out of the large bin full of crummy junk.
Could it be that it might fit the wooden cake pedestal at home?
I drove straight home, and rushed into the garage, grabbed up the pedestal, and set the two treasures on my workbench.
It was a match made in junk heaven, for sure.
I washed my canning jars and filled them with some of my favorite old silverware.
Too fabulous for words.
sigh Like I said, I love it when stuff like this happens.
I'll give you a clue. there are two things that have been done in the last two weeks.
Okay, one of them might be a little harder to see in these pictures. My oldest grandson and his Mama came over, as well as the Sewing Queen, and we finally got the picket fence all the way painted. (This was no small feat, folks. Two sides, each over 150 feet long, two coats of white stain...and, you may recall that the Sewing Queen and I originally started this project last October...)
The second improvement is a new roof. (Notice the color change up there?)
Next steps out side...landscaping... a section at a time.
Last night was dealer night at Camas Antiques, which means you can go down and restock and rearrange your booth space after hours. It's always a lot of fun, because you cna say hi and catch up with all of your junk friends.
I added several new small items,a nd rearranged a few things. Can you see a difference from the way it looked a week
So easy to whip up, and lots of fun for the kiddos.
(Because nothing says happy Easter to a three year old like a neon blue bunny peep, am I right?)
About two and a half years ago, give or take, I shared this fabulous compiled-pages-of-entertaining-deliciousness magazine with you all.
Aah, Mingle. You had me at your title.
It comes out only four times a year, and while Pinterest has provided countless hours of inspiration in-between issues, nothing compares to the feeling of the latest issue of this treasure in my hand, as I carefully peruse each and every page.
I realized that the latest issue was out when I spotted it at Camas Antiques, while The Other Tracey and I were taking a little shopping break during my booth set up. I snagged a copy, and had every intention of giving it to the Other Tracey, for her to read on her flight back home to the Biggest Little City.
She texted me at Christmas time, and had only just then discovered this amazing publication. Can you believe that?! I do not know how I had managed to have never mentioned it to her before then.)
I slid the freshly purchased new issue of Mingle between the car seat and the console and...promptly forgot about it. We loaded The Other Tracey's bag into the car that evening and off we went to the airport. When I pulled in my driveway after dropping her off, I realized I had not given her the magazine.
(Aurgh. I hate it when I do stuff like that.)
I'm finally mailing it to her now, but as long as I forgot to give it to her, I went ahead and looked at it... repeatedly.
(Trace, I hope I didn't dog-ear it too badly.)
(Just kidding. It's in almost-like-new condition.)
I'm sending you the back issues I had here too, since we were both so dog tired by the time we went to bed each night you were here, and you didn't get to really read them.
You know I have a mad crush on the dollar store as one of my first go-to places for entertaining items, as well as little prezzies. I found these cutie-patootie duck cups for the little grands to use (and take home) from Easter brunch this year.
They were actually cute enough in their original state, but I always like to take the extra step to make things just a little more special. Adding little name flags was a quick and easy edition that took them over the top.
(and it didn't cost me a dime.)
Pretty adorable, am I right?
I don't think I have ever shared this with you, but The Other Tracey has a special gift, of knowing exactly what kinds of little treasures a friend likes, and, when she visits, or it's a special day, or maybe even sometimes for no particular reason at all, other than that she is thinking of you, she will begin pulling these special treats out of her bag, or suitcase, or whatever.
Anyway, this trip, she surprised me with lots of little treasures, and one of them was a collection of out-of-this-world-adorable vintage wooden birthday candle holders, presumably to go on a birthday cake. (Be still my heart! How cute are they?!) I can see them on a cupcake, or even just sitting next to a sweet photo of the birthday child.
I can hardly wait to put these to use. In the meantime, I just might have to find a perfect little spot to display them in my kitchen. (Thank you, Tracey. I adore them!)
Last weekend marked the inaugural expedition in the motor home. We were joined by Ralph's sisters, and one brother in-law (Who had coincidentally gotten an RV the same time Ralph did; how fun is that?!) and it happened to be his sister's birthday last week.
Well, we couldn't let that go by unnoticed. While we were en route to the beachfront campgrounds in Tillamook, I was busy with the helium tank, inflating clear balloons in a rather unsuccessful attempt at mimicking champagne bubbles. (I saw it done on Pinterest, and it didn't quite duplicate as planned, but it was festive anyway.)
Once we reached our destination, and were parked in our side-by-side camp spots, we spilled out and checked out the camp ground area.
It was fabulous.
(You will have to take my word for it, because at this point I forgot all about taking any photos for the entire rest of the trip.)
We then invited everyone in to our motor home and there we had our surprise birthday celebration. It was a hit, with balloons, a banner, and even a party hat for the special birthday girl.
We toasted her with champagne in the most fantastic plastic champagne glasses I have ever laid my eyes on. (Gotta love the Dollar Tree Store.)
We all had a grand time, and agreed it was far too short of a trip. (We planned just one night's get-a-way as we wanted to work out any and all glitches we might experience with motor home camping...) We're already planning to hit the open road again soon for our next big trip.
I can't wait!
The last five or six days have been a blur of happy chaos. I was getting ready to build out and fully stock my booth by Friday morning, and then be ready for our inaugural motor home get away on Saturday, as well as one of the grands birthday celebrations.
Let's start with the build out of my booth space for Camas Antiques, shall we?
Wednesday is dealer's night which meant the store closed at 6:00, but all the dealers are able to fluff and fill their booths until 11:00 at night or so. I got my Rock n' Roll Buddy to help me schlep down a ginormous weathered eight foot long white weathered picnic table and benches down to the store, and then down to the basement. It was at this point we realized the picnic set was far to big for my booth.
We decided to leave it in place, and headed back home, while I would try to decide what to do.
We then hopped back in the car and drove over the bridge to the airport, because The Other Tracey was flying in to lend her creative expertise. (Exciting, I know! It was so much fun, and I am still pinching myself that we coordinated her short, fabulous trip with only six days planning.)
Once The Other Tracey arrived, we ran back down to Camas Antiques to assess the giant table and bench situation, and tackle my ceiling idea for my booth. Agreeing that the table would indeed need to come back home, (After we would use it as a scaffolding for doing the ceiling work) we started with my newsprint with scalloped edges idea, up there by the black painted basement ceiling.
Sadly, what I envisioned in my head did not translate onto the joists of the low ceiling. The paper crumpled, and creased, and refused to cooperate. I tried the rag-tagged shabby twinkly lights with the bad paper and with out, and for some reason, it now more resembled more of a weird Hawaiian lei, or possibly a very long feather boa, but nothing even remotely close to what I was after.
Mildly frustrated and tired, (but having the times of our lives, if that makes any sense at all) we left the shop at 11:00 and headed to my home for the night, brainstorming about the challenges the ceiling presented. The Other Tracey had an idea. (She is a masterful visionary!) What if we replaced the newsprint with a ruffled bed skirt?
Now you're talkin'.
(She's brilliant like that.)
I squealed as I envisioned it, and, thankyouJesus, I had a spare white ruffled bed skirt in the closet. We left my cottage at 8:00 or so the next morning, and whipped into Home Depot for a staple gun to attach the bed skirt to the ceiling.
Another fiasco, as we managed to have not one, but two staple guns (one electric, one manual) that malfunctioned.
Long story, getting longer here, we finally got one of the staple guns to cooperate and ...voila! The bed skirt idea was a success.
The rag twinkle lights were swagged across the beams as well. They looked even better than I had envisioned it to look originally! We both stood back admiring our work far longer than we probably should have, but we were so excited to see it beginning to come together that we couldn't help ourselves.
The Sewing Queen was on hand, (thanks Mom!) busily hand tying dictionary pages together for the side wall with small strips of embroidery thread.(I got this idea long ago from a post Debbie Dusenberry did on her Curious Sofa Blog.)
Before we hung the book pages, we first assembled the left side wall out of shredded sheets, with a printed vintage photo....
and then tackled the book page wall....
(Do you love it?)
We stopped many times to admire our work.
Once the ceiling and walls were sufficiently foofified, we lugged the huge picnic table and benches upstairs and outside to sit for the day while we ran to my home to get my truck, loaded with large pieces for my booth.
A couple of trips later we were carrying in boxes and tubs of smaller items. (By this point it was well past 8:00 on Thursday night.)
Friday morning we were up and out the door at 8:00 to pick up some pillow forms at Walmart and get to Camas Antiques by 9:00 to price items and do a bit more tweaking before the anniversary sale began at 10:00.
(We did it!)
I was thrilled when on of the first shoppers in the store bought the charming sofa table across the back wall of my booth just ten minutes after the store opened. (Thankfully, she wasn't taking it until late in the day...) We left to hit a few thrift shops then and circled back to my home to pick up a sweet little wicker desk and chair to replace the table that sold.
We moved the sold table out and then loaded in the desk, and re-fluffed the booth as the store was getting ready to close Friday evening, and we felt pretty tickled with the work we had done.
I know none of this would have come together this way, were it not for my dear sweet friend, full of her over-the-top creativity and killer skills at putting things together in such a charming way.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy was having an extra stressful day, and he was set to arrive at my cottage before I arrived home from a play. Before I left, I whipped up some fun little signs to direct him in through the back door when he arrived.... (Please ignore my ghetto-style scotch tape job. It was raining cats and dogs all day, and with all the moisture I was afraid a little dab of tape on the back of the card wouldn't be strong enough to stay put.)
Then, the door from the laundry room to the kitchen gave him further direction...
...and there, complete with plate, napkin and fork, was his favorite dessert, waiting for him on a sweet little pedestal tray...
I know. Pie can't work miracles.
But it can show somebody that even on dark days, there is still be a little light, and things are gonna be alright.
(Admit it. About now you're thinking, "Oh, thank Gawd. She's going to talk about something besides that booth space at long last. We get it: you're excited, but we're over it,already.")
I'm hosting an Easter brunch, and I'm planning on having a cute little sparkling-cider-slash-mimosa bar, complete with marshmallow peeps to adorn the rims of the glasses. (How cute is that gonna be?)
I made a sign last night to add some whimsy to the beverage area.
I think all of my peeps attending brunch will like it.
Pom pom garlands!
(A crazy-good find, if you ask me.)
And, for only a buck.
I bought the black, but they had several other bright colors as well. I think I'm gonna put mine in my workroom somewhere, and I just might pick up a few more to go with my New Years decorations.
I mean, they are just a buck. (I know I already said that, but gosh, that's pretty spectacular.)
For the entire garland of little pom poms.
Oh, and they had packages of two large pom poms too. (I bought a few of those in Robins egg blue!)
Do you need some of these? If so, you'd better get down there, before they are gone!
Okay, I am the first to admit that prepping for my booth space has kind of taken over my evenings lately, as you can tell from my recent blog posts. I was out picking up a couple of key big items that will be for sale and display last weekend, and when I arrived home from work last night, a package was waiting for me on my porch.
Be still my heart.
I was thrilled to find that my roll of 36 inch wide newsprint shipped so quickly, and I could hardly wait to begin cutting scallops along the edges of it.
I'll bet you can't guess what this latest project is that I am working on for my booth space.
Let's just say that, in this case, more is more, and that's gonna be a really good thing.
Did I tell you I am going to Hawaii for holiday at the end of May? In all of my carrying on about getting a grand-babes, the holidays, and now, my booth space back at Camas Antiques, I don't think I did.
Well, I am. I'm going to Maui with my best friend since fifth grade in eighty days. (But who's counting?)
(I can barely stand the weight for this encore trip.)
We've been planning our return trip to Hawaii for some time now (early last fall) and we're both doing all the things girls do in anticipation of any vacation involving fun in the sun.
Mmm hmm. We've both been working on getting our non-swimsuit bodies ready for unveiling on the white sandy beach (And pool-side) of the fabulous Kaanapali coast. **Spoiler alert here** Losing weight is definitely torturous nearly impossible slightly more challenging as you get to be ...ehem....less young.
And while we're on the topic of girls of a certain age gearing up for vacations, when did I develop "crepe-y"arm skin? No one warned me about that. (Yikes! It's concerning...depressing even, and after researching it on google, Dr. Oz, and Wikipedia, it seems there isn't anything I can really do about it. (Thank God people will be looking past me at the sweet twenty something girl sitting on the lounge chair a row behind me by the pool, and so they won't even notice, am I right?)
Anyway, now that we're officially in the final countdown (Less than three months out now.) I've begun my packing list, and have started my shopping list for important things needed for the trip. In exactly the same way that magazines come out pushing and talking about the next season, it's equally crazy how early the stores put out swimsuits isn't it? I feel like if I don't grab a cute swimsuit cover now, they will be long gone in May when I actually need it. Come July they'll begin showcasing the 2016 winter coats and jackets. It makes me nuts. (Probably because I am for the most part, a deadline-wait-until-the-event-is-upon-me kind of girl.)
I know these next eighty days are going to fly by, (F-L-Y by, I tell you!) and I'm doing my best to be more healthy, and organized this year, so you might see me doing a few more vacation-planning-shoe-and-swimsuit-cover related posts, as those eighty days shrink down. Aloha!
First of all, I want to apologize up front to those of you who do not give a hoo-ha about renting a space in an antique mall. (And any of you who never even shop in an antique mall.) Feel free to skip reading my post today if this is you.
Second, I want to thank Barb, who wrote me and asked for my two cents on being able to make money with a booth space, at exactly the right time, as if it were a sign from God himself. It gave me the final nudge that I needed to write this particular blog post and share it today. (Thanks again, Barb. I hope you find all the info you are searching for here, in the links to articles I have provided in my post.)
I'm in total Traceyville overdrive mode here at my cottage each night after the day at my grown up girl job, working to get my fabulous little booth space props and merchandise ready for my very own personal grand re-opening day on March 18th. I'm thrifting, and craigslist shopping, and creating things at home. My emotions run from I'm-so-excited-I-can-hardly-stand-it to How-can-I-get-time-during-my-work-day-to-hit-that-estate-sale? and I am wondering how I ever lived a full life this past year without having my booth space.
That being said, last week when I was wasting far too much time on Pinterest idea gathering for my return to booth-space ownership, I came upon this article on the most informative Antique Mall Booth Space blog I have ever stumbled upon.
The blog post covered the hard truths and breakdown of cost versus profit, and the debate of time spent well or simply spent.
Truer words were never spoken.
In. My. Face.
I agree wholeheartedly with ever word in that blog post, (and her update at the end of it regarding business deductions.) and my faith remains steadfast that I am going to be successful again in my space, both by bringing in a profit, and fulfilling a spot in my soul that needs this creative outlet, and I will love every single minute of it.
Her post was a sobering reality check for us junk booth junkies, although not breaking news. (Be sure to read the linked post!) I had my 10 by 10 booth way back when, remember? Back then, I felt I was making a nice little piece of change from my booth each month, but I then became quite busy with my new job and felt I needed to give it up. The month following giving it up, I saw a huge reduction in my Visa bill, and it was then that I realized how much I was spending to have a booth space. Merchandise, sure, but so much more than that. Gas to drive around, Mickey-D's across the bridge for lunch while out thrifting, and items that I bought, thinking they would sell lickety-split, that didn't.
I wondered, was I making money? Or was I just bringing in enough cash to pay my Visa bill each month for a thrifting habit I very nearly needed a 12 step program for?
Possibly...er...probably the latter, at that particular moment, but through my past experiences, I have learned a few things. This time, I'll take knowledge from that article, and work smarter, not harder. I'll be sure to not undercut my talent, time and genuine value of my merchandise.
I can tell you this; the act (and art) of creating, and assembling, and building my booth, fills a space in my heart that nothing else comes close to. (Except maybe planning an incredible soiree for special people.) It excites me to put together old treasures and trinkets, and have it look heaven-sent. I tell you, it sends me straight over the moon.
And the comradery at an antique mall? It cannot be beat. The most wonderful, warm, friendly, kind-hearted, creative kindred spirits you could ever hope to meet.
You just can't put a price on that.
Can you make money at an antique mall? You can. Your odds are incredibly slim that you're gonna hit six figures, but it's the same odds for wild financial success that an aspiring guitar player in any garage band in America faces. You don't know unless you try. Somebody's gonna be at the top, so why not you? It's the love of the craft, am I right?
If loving thrifting is wrong, I don't wanna be right. And I can hardly wait to get get in there and get things set up.
(Oh, and Barb...My advice for you is this: Don't call it a dream. Call it a plan. GO FOR IT!)
It took a whole lot longer than I expected it to.
Four and half hours, give or take.
I am excited to see how it looks once I have it hung in my new booth space at Camas Antiques. (Two weeks from today! I can barely contain myself!)
Yep, it's March 27th this year.
That's just three and a half weeks away, my friends.
I'm not reminding you when Easter is for any other reason today than the decorating aspect here. Unlike the Christmas season, Easter's tulips and daffodils, bunnies, colored eggs, and peeps spend a relatively short time in the limelight.
Yesterday when I had to begin typing March instead of February, it hit me, and I wrangled out my small tub of Easter decor items. Truth be told, all I really do in the way of actual Easter decorating is these fabulous over-sized glitter eggs that I scored last year at WalMart.
So, what about you? Do you decorate the outside of your home? The inside? Just your Easter brunch table? Or, just the kids baskets? I'd love to hear what all you do.
I spent part of my weekend, and all evening (while flipping back and forth between the opening episode of The Voice, and The Bachelor) Punching holes, adding reinforcements to those punched holes, and printing on book pages for what is going to be a creative backdrop-slash-divider walls for my new booth.
Honestly, I get so excited working on this stuff that I can't sleep. (do you get like that with things that inspire you?) My mind starts to spin, and ideas come flooding in. It's better than Christmas.
Oh, and the poster of the gal ironing up there? Just you wait and see where she is going to land.
Can you guess what it is?
Neither could I.
That's not true.
I knew what I had ordered, with my two day free shipping order from Amazon Prime.
Yeah, I am all about getting my full value on my Amazon Prime membership, you know, with the free shipping. I mean, with shipping and mailing costs through the roof these day, is that amazing, or what? (Seriously, I mailed my grand babes two dollar store Valentine presents, and the postage was $7.75. How ridiculous is that?)
Back to my story.
What I had ordered was a ten inch thick memory foam queen size RV mattress, and, naturally, I was anticipating a very large mattress in a bag or giant mattress sized box. I worked from home in the afternoon to be there for the big delivery. There was a knock on my door, and I eagerly scampered to answer it.
An unusual shaped box was waiting for me in the driveway.
Unusual in a this-cannot-possibly-be-a-queen-sized-mattress kind of way.
It looked more like a box that a golf bag would arrive in. I hollered a rather confused thank you to my UPS guy, who then announced, "Man, that is one heavy box!"
I replied, "Um....I'm a little concerned. It is supposed to be a mattress."
"Yeah, super heavy."
"I mean a queen sized real mattress."
"Well, it was sure heavy!"
And off he went.
I walked around the box and studied it more closely. It was labeled that it was indeed a mattress. Should I open it? I was suddenly envisioning myself slicing that box open with my handy-dandy steak knife (That is my go-to tool of choice for opening anything, or for tightening screws on things.) and the pressure of a rolled up giant ten inch thick queen size mattress springing open, pinning me against my old blue truck, like something out of an episode of I Love Lucy.
If I were lucky enough to survive that, and the mattress turned out to be funky, or weird, or whatever, (How could it be anything but funky, all rolled up in that small box?) how would I ever manage to box it up to return it?
I left the box and hurried in to see if I might call the Amazon folks. First, I confirmed I had indeed ordered the mattress I wanted. Yep. I read questions and comments and not one single person mentioned their mattress arriving in an unusual cylinder shaped box.
Then, I looked for a customer service phone number. Do you know that there doesn't seem to be a phone number on the Amazon site? Nope. Just specific "Help" questions, and surprisingly, none of them are "How do you return a mattress?" or "How are your mattresses packaged?"
I decided to be brave and cut the box open. I laid out a quilt, to catch it before it touched the ground, if it did indeed explode upon opening the box. I carefully cut the tape everywhere I saw it along the side of the box. Sure enough, it popped open.
I held my breath.
There it was.
A vacuum bagged and sealed mattress, rolled up tighter than a California spring roll. I thought about it for about a nano-second, and decided to wait for help before slicing into this next bag. Shortly thereafter, my Ralph arrived, and we both studied the bag a bit more.
We decided to take it into the motor home still coiled up in it's vacuum sealed bag.
It was heavy.
We got it to the bed platform, and then carefully sliced it open. To my surprise, it didn't explode open and start puffing up like Pillsbury dough. In fact, we had to unroll it, but once we did it slowly began to relax and rise. We left it there for a couple of hours, and when we went back to check on it, sure enough, it was about ten inches tall.
(Thank you, Jesus. I wasn't going to have to figure out how to package and return this thing.)
It came with a 30 year limited warranty, (I am not sure what those limitations are just yet.) so I am feeling pretty confident that this is going to work out just fine.
I'll let you know once I have the fresh bedding on it and we see how comfortable it is.