My first (and last) experience with the expansive stretching capacity of a full size bed all to myself occurred in this my first bedroom. It couldn't really afford too much bigger a bed, so when Beth tucked in with me a year later, it was tighter than a twin - yikes! No matter. We were snuggly and got used to it - especially since the space was so soft and restful. My mom's old toy ironing board holds a hand carved cedar horse given from a friend. I'd credit the neighbor across the street who took these shots for free 20+ years ago but I can't remember his name - Tom I think. Sorry about that, Tom.