The Love Seat

Hi folks, Connie here. Dave didn't consider this blogworthy. Personally, I was tickled pink. So here goes.

When we moved in together in 1976, we were just a couple of broke teenagers, so we furnished our house in Early American Garage Sale and hand-me-downs. It's kind of a rite of passage to start off with junk and work your way up, and we were no exception. Luckily, things turned out well for us and we have managed to slowly replace all of Ye Olde Stuff with nice, new Stuff. Everything except the old futon.

It started off as a bed, but then I got pregnant and found out how truly uncomfortable it was to sleep on. Then it turned into a couch for the family room. It has somehow managed to hang around for more than 20 years. Even though the faithful old futon holds a lot of fond memories, it was time to replace it with a real couch.

I've always been pretty frugal; every Sunday, I peruse the papers for sales and coupons. When we relocated to the Pacific Northwest, we discovered this gigantic store that sells not only groceries, but also everything you would find at, say, Target. We thought it was great - while I shop for foodstuffs, Dave could look at guy stuff, like tools. They happened to be having their semi-annual furniture sale (yes, they sell furniture, too) so I thought it was an opportune time to replace the futon. They even had a coupon in the paper for an additional 10% off - it was destiny.

I had had my eye on a love seat for some time, and I decided it was time to pounce. Fortunately, Dave is an agreeable guy. [I am not!] Since they don't deliver furniture, we needed to rent a cargo van. Dave called the rental place and found out that one wouldn't be available for a week and a half. I must have looked crestfallen, because Dave said, "Let's just buy it and pick it up later."

Before we left for the store, Dave got the clever idea to measure the inside dimensions of our hatchback. So he decided, just in case it was big enough, to take all of the stuff out of it. He took the yard stick with him to the store and measured the love seat, and, glory be, it would fit in the back of the car! When it came time to pick it up, the two gals who were helping us load it up looked at the car and said, "I'm not envisioning this couch fitting into that car." So once again, he whipped out his trusty yard stick and showed them that it would, in fact, fit into our car. After some wrestling, it did go in (with about a half inch to spare). Van, schmann. Since he is practiced at moving furniture, he didn't even need my help getting it into the house. So, here it is in all its glory. I think we are finally done buying furniture for a while. But ya know, the other day I saw these really cute window treatments...


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