The Post In Which I Tell That I CRIED Over a Sofa
In the process of moving out, I made the decision to leave a lot of stuff and get new stuff for my house. I think I did this partly to preserve that home for the kids, partly to calm Mike, and partly to start fresh here.
Why no, I don’t think that was the wisest economic choice. But it was soul-preserving in some ways and calm is precious to me right now.
During the acquisition stage, I became a Craigslist ROCKSTAR.
Set of three lamps, one floor and two table, all matchy and pretty?
$35 on Craigslist
Washing machine?
$40 on Craigslist
Kitchen table?
$30 on Craigslist
(Full disclosure: I did buy four new chairs because girl tried to paint the originals and oh dear lord that was bad. And I was tired of painting. And tired.)
Queen size mattress, box springs, frame, and headboard?
$55 on Craigslist
Full size mattress, box springs, frame, and headboard?
FREE on Craigslist
And?
The HOUSE?
Craigslist
I also spent an assload at Target.
I basically took from our shared house about half the towels, a CAT, some spices in teeny tupperware containers, four whole other pieces of tupperware, a set of four dishes and silverware, six glasses, and maybe three or four cooking pots and pans.
I left pillows, ya’ll.
But I wanted my motherfucking couch. It’s the one piece of furniture, the one thing in that house that I loved and had to take with me. It’s gorgeous. It’s not expensive or anything special, but I loved it. It was my perfect couch, comfy, pretty, with sexy curves. I loved it.
I tried to get it last night and you know what?
That curvy bitch would not fit through the door.
Mike and his brother got it IN the house at one point. But Mike and I could not get it OUT of the house to save our lives. Without a chainsaw shredding its pretty self to pieces, that thing was staying put.
I CRIED.
I cried about a couch.
I didn’t sob or anything too dramatic, but I cried a bit. Oh yes, I did.
I cried about it in my old living room, I cried about it when I saw that the couches I liked on Craigslist were $400, I cried when I decided to go to the furniture stores to see just how much a stupid couch goes for anyway.
I found one. Mike and I shared the cost of a new sofa for me.
Did you know furniture shopping makes you fucking tired? And cranky? Yes! It does!
New Couch is a soft brunette, microfiber lovey and I shall adore her.* But I don’t know if I’ll ever cry over her.
*
What? You people want pictures of things? Tough. I uh, didn’t take the digital camera with me…
January 6th, 2007 at 8:27 pm
It’s the couch and everything, you know? (((you)))
January 6th, 2007 at 9:31 pm
(((Melissa)))
And way to go on the awesome Craigslist bargains!
And (((Melissa)))
January 7th, 2007 at 4:43 pm
Wow. You are quite the bargain hunter. Way to go woman! And Target ROCKS!
January 28th, 2007 at 3:29 pm
I just spent 3 1/2 years working in a furniture store, I so know how you feel. I never fully realized there was such a thing as furniture addiction.