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I love art. But, today’s Daily Dose of Weird feature proves
that I don’t always appreciate it. After Tracey Emin’s “My Bed” soft at auction
yesterday in London for double the guide price (over $4,000,000) I was left
scratching my head wondering if I could do better. To be honest with you, I don’t
consider any bed worth that much especially a sad lonely lady bed like this
one.
I would not pay four million dollars for Mick Jagger’s bed and
we all know that bed would have had a happy life. I originally had typed a
long-ass rant here about beds that I would not buy that would/should be worth a
substantial amount more than this lady’s shrine to being lonely and sad. I gave
up on that when I realized that I think beds are gross and that I never, ever
want own a used bed from a celebrity or any other questionable person. A very
nice lady gave me the bed I own right now, but I doubt I will ever have a used
bed again after thinking about it right now…
Anyway, my bed is rather happy looking. It has memory foam
floating over it that is a size too small and has a nice pick and orange
comforter set with an old 90s rain forest duvet for cuddling. My crappy Walmart bedding
is stain-free and lucky for me free from trash. You can purchase my happy bed
for $200 obo.
I am only half kidding here. Seriously, buy my bed. I’m
going to need the memory foam for my futon though so it stays. Also, I don’t believe
in recycling cheap bedding so I will be throwing that out.
For more on the ridiculousness that is Tracey Emin’s “My Bed”
click here.
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