The ancient Egyptians discovered the benefits of sleeping on a raised pallet of earth to get a good night’s sleep away from the cockroaches, scorpions, ants and other nasty creepy crawlies which frequented their dwellings. Tutankahmun had a bed made of ebony and gold. Poor Egyptians had to make do with a pile of palm leaves shoved into the corner of a mud-brick hovel.
Wealthy Romans liked to entertain from their beds, eating, drinking, making conversation, running their households etc.. Beds have been around since Neolithic times and nowadays it is the place we go to rest, regenerate and sleep.
I have just finished building the head and footboards for a king sized double bed. I built the base of the bed from oak and sweet chestnut taken from managed woodlands in Sheffield (the base is not shown). The carved sides are made from local ash (a dragon on the right and a swan on the left) and the head boards from Hyedua – a African hard wood resembling rose wood. The sides of the head board incorporate a poem by Andrew Amaning – written to celebrate the marriage of the couple to whom the bed belongs.
Andrew’s poem is called: I’m Coming Home
I’m coming home…To your arms that hold me up when I’m weak.
To the heart that I love with every beat.
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home…To the love we make just holding hands
To sleeping on your chest when I’m a vulnerable man.
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home…To fun ‘n’ games and sickly sweet embarrassing nick names
To the one who likes me both cultured and untamed
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home…To my love, my happiness, my peace, my piece of me, my husband, my wife, my life.
I’m home, I’m home.
Bed is home. Home should be sweet. Which is why I have knocked this little fellow up for the European Woodworking Show this weekend, in case there are any new born babies in need of a safe, gently rocking, haven.
I love making cradles, and I love what kids and parents turn them into as they grow out of them. Planters, toy boxes, magic carpets, or just move them on to the next new sprog.
This one is in San Francisco:
This one went to Barnsley…
This one many years ago for a very posh baby…
ash with drop down sides and turned rosewood fittings
This one for a niece
And this one a bit of fun for a friend
‘Comme on faict son lict, on le treuve’ (As one makes one’s bed, so one finds it)….. the French 1590 origin of the phrase “Make your own bed and lie in it”
So lovely that you incorporated the poem. Nice to see all the different cradles you’ve made over the years x
Thanks!