One of the benefits of buying an older home is the possibility of the previous owners leaving treasures behind. Forgotten items are regularly left tucked away in the corner of the attic or in the basement. The majority of the objects are perhaps useless; then again, sometimes they are very valuable. My husband and I were pleasantly surprised to find a black wrought iron bed in the attic of our new home.

The iron bed is in perfect condition and it is definately beautiful. It looks very old and I do think that it is an antique. The value of it is not so important because I have no plans for selling it. The headboard and footboard look as if they were handcrafted by a very talented craftsman. The iron bed is detailed with brass details that reflect light beautifully.

The find happened when my husband was trying to install a ceiling fan in our bedroom. The iron bed was shoved in a corner of the attic. Our attic is rather small and my husband can't even stand up in the space without hunching over to avoid hitting his head. He didn't like the idea of working in the small space so he procrastinated for months.

There are no lights up there either and this added to his aversion to the attic space. He was working with a portable work light that just happened to catch a glimmer of the brass detailing out of the corner of his eye. After crawling into the corner of the little attic he called down to me that he found a wrought iron bed frame.

This was specially welcome news to me because we didn't have a headboard for our bed. I also love antiques so the iron bed seemed to be the perfect addition to my decor. Once the entire frame was cleaned and assembled, I fell in love with the old piece of furniture. Needless to mention I was extremely disappointed to discover that we couldn't use it.

We have a king sized mattress and frame that my husband is very attached to and so am I. We couldn't imagine sleeping in a smaller bed. My precious wrought iron bed is queen-sized and this may seem acceptable but we are just too accustomed to the larger bed.

At first, I thought it was the perfect size, but I was wrong. It was quite a disappointment. I still have no plans to sell the old wrought iron bed. If my husband and I can't use it, maybe our daughter can. She could be the only toddler on the block who has a queen-sized bed. I guess that I'm desperate to keep the antique. I am sure it will be worth it in the end.