Measure Twice, Cut Once
We bought a new bed. The old bed was scarred, beaten, berated, and thirteen years old. It really was time for a new one and we decided to go all out.
We bought a king size bed with a pillow-top. It's soft, it's firm, it's amazing.
And it doesn't fit in our bedroom.
We have a pretty small house, on the whole. We're two rather rotund people (slightly overweight, or as my wife says "obese." We have differing perspectives on the matter.) and we have two children. We have two goldfish (as long as we remember to feed them) and tons and tons of books.
We didn't realize how big a king size bed was going to be, but we thought we'd splurge a bit. Pamper ourselves. So, we purchased a moderately priced bed that works for both of us. We had fun trying out the various beds, seeing what we liked and didn't like. It's our first bed buying experience as a married couple and we're nearly six years in.
But the delivery guys laughed. The bed is as tall as our two year old and you can't open any of the dresser drawers. It's crazy.
Before we bought the bed, I hesitated. I thought for a moment about going home to measure the bedroom and get an idea of what we can fit, but I didn't.
So here we are with a super-large bed that uber-comfortable and a bathroom we have to shimmy between mattress and dresser to enter.
Measure first, then decide. Always good advice.