So, what's up? Having a good weekend? GUESS WHAT, WE BOUGHT A NEW COUCH!!! Do you know why this is so exciting to me? Because this is our old couch, which is actually not a couch but a loveseat:
This is a handmedown from my parents, and it's been ours for 9 years. It has not always looked so terrible, of course. Well, sure, the upholstery has always been that ugly---and you don't need to worry about hurting my parents' feelings, because they thought it was ugly, too. They bought it because it is near-impossible to find high-backed couches with wings and buttons and slim arms, and so when they found one they didn't really care what the upholstery looked like.
But although the upholstery has always been burgundy/camel/what-IS-that-shade-of-blue plaid, it has not always been QUICKSAND on one side, and it has not always been RIPPED in the front with stuffing and frame waving hello, and there have not always been TOWELS sticking out of it (a futile attempt to prop up the caving cushion), and there have not always been little rips under each button. That's been more recent, like say for the last...er, three years? Maybe four?
And this is how we operate: after years of Meaning To, today we got into the car, drove to a furniture store, drove to another furniture store because the first one didn't open until noon, made one lap around the floor, picked a couch, picked one of the two standard fabrics rather than going through the fabric samples, and went back home.
Whenever we do something like that, I wonder why we didn't do it LONG AGO, but it's as if it doesn't WORK until we get to The Moment. We went couch-shopping a few years ago and just sort of dithered around the store making negative remarks and worrying about fabrics, then went home feeling discouraged and crabby.
This time, it was like looking for something to eat when you're literally starving: you're not picky, because the alternative is so much worse. The new couch is not The Couch of My Dreams. It was on clearance, so you know it wasn't one that had won Popular Favor. The back is not as high as we'd like. It's firmer than we'd like. It has visible legs instead of a skirt, which I guess means I'll have to start cleaning under there more often than before each annual mother-in-law visit. It's upholstered in a fabric that's Okay, but not one I would have chosen if it hadn't been one of the two choices that didn't require additional dithering.
But sometimes that's what I PREFER. While I was waiting for the salesguy to fill out the astonishing levels of paperwork (I am just BUYING A COUCH, not ADOPTING A CHILD), I was looking idly through the racks of fabric samples. I saw about a HUNDRED that made my heart pound with love. I can't handle that kind of decision, especially when it involves taking into account elements such as durability, and price, and whether it would show grubbiness, and imagining what it would look like on an entire couch rather than on a small square of fabric, and how it would look to us in ten years when that shade of green is no longer in style and nobody likes birds anymore.
I get overwhelmed when I have too many choices, and furthermore I find it makes me a pickier person. Give me four choices and I'll choose one easily and feel satisfied with my choice; give me two hundred choices and I'll get all whiny about that not being the EXACT shade of blue-green I had in mind and shouldn't that pattern be a TIDGE larger? When I look for what I Really Want, nothing is good enough so I give up and buy nothing---or I buy something and then fret endlessly that I should have chosen something else. When I try to buy a couch rather than Fulfill My Soul's Upholstery Destiny, I get the job done.
Let's take one more look at the old couch. Well, not just one more look, because it will be 4-6 weeks until the new couch arrives. But one more look HERE.
And here's the new one, except you'll have to imagine it in RED, which looks COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:
Also, the pillows will never be arranged tidily again.
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