Nearly everyone in this office thinks the velvet bed frame was the right call, the exception being one person who still maintains, four years on, that we should have gone with the linen one instead and brings it up roughly every winter like clockwork.
The rest of us stand by it. There’s something about walking into a bedroom and seeing a proper deep bottle green headboard instead of another beige rectangle that still feels like a small win, even now, even at seven in the morning when nobody’s feeling anything. It photographs well too, annoyingly well, which is a strange thing to hold against a bed frame but we’ve caught ourselves taking pictures of an unmade bed just because the fabric behind it looked good doing nothing.
The flaws showed up on schedule. Wear patterns on the arms of the headboard where people sit up to read, or in one case where someone insists on eating toast in bed and we all just accept the crumbs now. A slight flattening where a very committed cat has claimed one corner as hers, permanently, no negotiation. None of this ruined anything, it just aged the way velvet ages, which is to say it looks lived in rather than looked after, and honestly that’s fine, that was sort of the point of getting a fabric frame instead of a slab of oak that would judge us silently forever.
Moving it was where opinions actually split for real, separate from the ongoing linen grudge. It survived one house move intact and a second one slightly worse for wear, one leg needed tightening and there was a scuff on the base that nobody wants to take responsibility for. It does not flat pack down into anything sensible, it comes apart into a headboard, a frame and your own personal grudge against staircases, and getting it round a tight landing corner took three people, one mattress leaned against a wall for forty minutes, and a conversation that got more heated than furniture should ever make anyone.
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Buying it, if we’re honest, was mostly about the color swatch and slightly less about anything sensible like fabric weight or how it would look in five years, which is possibly not how anyone should choose a bed frame but here we are, we’d do it again.
The one holdout still isn’t convinced, brings up stain resistance every single time this comes up, and has genuinely never once had a stain on hers, which we’ve pointed out doesn’t really count as evidence of anything. The rest of us have made our peace with it, crumbs, cat corner, wonky leg and all. We’d buy it again tomorrow, slightly battered, slightly biased, still better than the beige rectangle it replaced.
