Did you ever do something on the spur of the moment….get caught up in it all and just go for it? No? Liar.
Last weekend I made the magnanimous decision (magnanimous because I don’t get a tax deduction) to give my living room furniture to my church for their annual Flea Market (where they actually GIVE things away; a wonderful concept in these difficult times). I had a couch, loveseat, and an antique, very heavy and large glass-covered table. The furniture was upholstered in lovely cream, blue, and mauve roses and was quite pretty but after 14 years I was getting rather sick of it. It was in excellent shape; then again I did spend about 4 months of my life while recuperating from a broken back and dislocated shoulder sleeping on that couch night after night. It got to the point that each time I looked at it I was only reminded of painful times. So Devoted Spouse talked to one of our Pastors who brought the big truck over and hauled the furniture away. Not five minutes after he drove away, I regretted my decision.
I could always have gone to that online place that sells furniture covers and bought something to cover both pieces. Or I could have called someone and had both pieces reupholstered. But the glass table really had to go — I can’t tell you how many close calls I had almost falling into that table and falling onto a glass table can only lead to bad things. I realized I was being silly — there was someone out there who needed my 14-yeard old furniture more than I.
Then I went to one of the few remaining stores in this area which carry nice, sturdy, well-made furniture. I about had a stroke. One small couch was over $2,000. Yikes. I wanted a couch and a large chair w/an ottoman at the very least. I found my fingers hovering over the phone ready to key in the church’s number and demand they return my couch and loveseat.
On Saturday, Devoted Spouse and I worked at the flea market and I kept longingly gazing at my furniture. There were more than a few interested parties and I noticed yellow stickies on both pieces. Even though I was sick of it, I suddenly wanted it back and it was far too late to do anything about it. I contemplated pulling the SUV up to the curb, having Larry hoist in at least the loveseat and then jamming on the accelerator and speeding out of the parking lot. I also knew if I took that route, God would smite me for sure. God doesn’t appreciate an ungiving heart and my heart was really wanting to take, take, take. Gimme, gimme, get out of my way!
So now I am in the position of looking for new furniture. I found a furniture store about 10 miles away and remembered many years ago buying a couch from them. I went there the other day and perused the inventory. I found some possible items (well-made but less than $2,000 thank you very much) but want to re-measure the living room again because the furniture always looks smaller in the store than when it is delivered to your home and you discover half the couch is hanging out into the hallway because you never thought to actually measure the space. Ack.
Colors…fabric… type of cushions, skirted bottom or feet, light wood vs dark wood for the coffee table..what to do; what to do. What would Martha do? What would Christopher Lowell do? What would Thom Feliznavidad… no wait that can’t be right….Thom Filicia? You know…the fabulous designer from Queer Eye for a Straight Guy? Maybe he would come to my house and just redecorate. Oh I wish.
Me and my big ideas. I’m on my own this time and all the Architectural Digest or Country Living magazines aren’t going to help me. Can you still buy futons anywhere or maybe some bean bag chairs with the Washington Redskins logo on them? sigh…