For the past three years, the V-berth has been a thorn in our sides. When we moved into Mo-C in 2008, we knew that our bed was shaped like a V. We were willing to deal with it and we were under the impression that the previous owners had the board and cushion that would fill in the void and make our bed complete.
Apparently, there was no board or cushion so almost a year after we moved into Mo-C, Ben filled in the void himself.
Only problem: we didn't have a cushion for it. From time to time, I'd
hitch a ride to the fabric store and price foam, but with our 4-inch
tattered foam cushions and another 4-inches of terribly worn foam over
top, it felt like one piece of new foam in the void would lay there
mocking us daily (and it was really expensive). I'd had all the
best intentions of gutting the whole V-berth and buying a completely new
bed but without a car, it had always seemed a daunting task. And truth
be told, I wasn't ready to commit to the sailing life and spend a good
amount of money on a bed I might abandon sooner than later.
Maybe like A.D. and B.C.E., everything in our lives will forever be designated B.C. (Before Catalina) and A.C. (After Catalina). Maybe it was the faith we grew in the boat or in ourselves or in our relationship during our trip to Catalina. Maybe since Mo-C proved to us she was in it for the long haul, we owed her (and ourselves) a little respect. Whatever it was, I decided we weren't going to spend another solitary night in those creepy little V-shaped less-than-twin beds, reaching out for each other but instead finding a cold, wooden void in the place of a warm body. So I bought two 8-inch (with memory foam) twin mattresses and an electric carving knife and we spent most of Saturday fashioning the first one to fit inside the berth. Once we figured out all the angles, we had the second piece cut in one slice to form our new, giant V-King Bed.
Earlier in the day, Ben had sterilized the entire V-Berth with bleach and water to remove any mold or dust mites and the previous day, I had purchased all new bedding to create our shiny new Boom-Boom Room (as it's become known on the mooring field). Now, our most perplexing thought is how we managed to tolerate those old, dilapidated cushions for the past three years. And Lola seems ultra-pleased that she no longer has to worry about falling into the great abyss.