*This is a sponsored post: the story is true and completely my own
It's nearly time for my son to move from his cot to a "real" bed. So I started the search a couple months ago for a bed with storage. We have a really small house so an all-in-one bed was really what I was after. I thought only loft bed's existed for these purposes but discovered there is a more toddler safe and friendly option called a cabin bed.
On Saturday I was doing some more Gumtree browsing, (Gumtree is a buy and sell site here in Australia), and came across this bed, with shelving, drawers and even a roll out desk. I called my mother in-law and she generously agreed to meet me at the seller's house with her mini-van so we could pick it up.
On the morning of pick-up, I'd been speaking with a friend about how much bartering makes me nervous. How much I hate it. It makes me feel cheap, cheap, cheap. Exactly what I am. Ha, ha! I wouldn't be using Gumtree otherwise, would I? I told my friend that the ad said negotiable, and that the bed needs to be gone ASAP. It had been uploaded on May 1st, 18 days earlier, so I thought there would be some wiggle room in the price. My friend suggested starting $150 below asking price, which made me gasp. Like I said, I'm a sissy when it comes to bartering but see it as a necessary evil. She reminded me that you start very low and then find the middle ground with the seller.
We met the seller, Amy* and walked into her garage and started the usual buy and seller discussions about what I was buying. As Amy was speaking about why she was selling the bed she dropped in that her husband had passed away. I assume Amy is in her mid to late-thirties because of her appearance, and also because she has a 3 year old clinging to her right leg. I was going to let her finish speaking, barter my little heart out, and load up this beast into the mini-van.