We bought our couches about a year ago and as lame as it sounds, it was a memorable milestone in our marriage. A local furniture store was going out of business – you know how it is, the giant big neon signs, those cars driving aimlessly around the city with the ads on the roof that just seem to always be there no matter where you go or when – so I dragged Matt and my mom in one day “just to look.” And for the record, I truly just wanted to look because I really hate furniture stores and furniture salesmen. They are basically like car salesmen but slightly less slimy. I really dislike being hounded and prodded by sales people when I’m browsing their store. And at furniture stores they are just standing at the door waiting to hound you the second you walk in. Annoying.
I digress. We looked around and saw a set that we both really liked, but sofas are expensive, even when the entire store is going out of business. I walked by the set from behind, from the left, the right and the front. I walked around it in a circle, take a seat in the middle of it, get up and walk around again. Walk back, take a seat on the right of the sofa, get up, and do another lap around the store. I had a serious process here, people. Finally, when our little sales guy told us for like the millionth time that he could make us a “really sweet deal” especially for “two sweet young ladies (meaning my Mom and me)” – at which point I was like, “Seriously, bro?” – I was like, Ok, what’s a sweet deal?
My inherent disdain for furniture salesmen meant that I was out to get a good price and if they wouldn’t agree to a number I had in my head, then we were going to walk out. And I meant it too. I hate when sales people win. So little sales guy says, “Well maa’m, for the sofa and the love seat I think I can getchya down to $1,000.” To which I was like, “Haha, ok see ya, BYE!” And he was like “Woah there little lady, slow down.” And I took a deep breath and said to myself, “Do not punch this poor man, he is trying to make a living and support his family like everyone else.”
So we chatted some more and I wanted to get down to $800 and the lowest they would go is $900 so we ended up leaving the store. I was really proud of us and how we stuck to our guns. But as we were driving back, Matt and I both decided that sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little. So I sucked up my pride, Matt pulled a quick little U-ey (he’s always the driver) and we were back in that store within 5 minutes. I said, “Little sales dude, make it $850 and you gotta deal.” So we did and we certainly did NOT pay an extra $90 for delivery. Ugh, makes my blood boil just thinking about it.
We bought our set in January using some leftover Christmas money and a little bit of savings and it really has been a good investment. A year later and they are still in great shape. My only complaint is that the cushions are velcroed to the actual seat so you can’t flip to cushions every once and awhile to keep them plump. It was so hard to spend that much money all at once, but at the same time it felt so grownup to be making the investment. It is definitely an experience I’ll remember. The set was originally $2,000 so we saved over $1,000 and that felt really good too.
(For the record, the above conversations are more of a paraphrase than a verbatim recollection. I’m terrible at remembering specific conversations, but the overall tone and gist is accurate)
This post was actually supposed to be brief one about how I tried to make some new pillows for our couch (only took me a full year to get around to it) and I failed. The couch came with some pretty ugly generic pillows that just didn’t match with our – OK my taste, lesbihonest, Matt does not give two flying flips about what the couch pillows look like – tastes, and plus they were all the same and that’s just boring. Here’s a pic of the couch on the showroom floor the day we bought them. I convinced them to throw in a letter “T” from one of their showroom titles glued to the wall. Since they were closing, they weren’t opposed to letting it go.
Booooring pillows. Excuse me whilst I yawn dramatically just at the sight of them. So I’ve picked up a few pillows along the way that I liked and I was at Hobby Lobby the other day and saw what I thought was the perfect complimentary fabric that I’d been waiting for all along. Here’s a preview of it all laid out on the floor ready to be pressed when my ever-so-helpful assistant came along and decided to take a nap on it instead. So I go to use this brilliant tutorial for an pillow envelope, realize I didn’t get enough fabric to cover my 20 x 20 pillows, made a custom sized pillow and stuffed it with the fluff from inside my booooring pillows and liked what I saw.
Not bad right? I thought so, too. I skipped on down the stairs singing a little tune which was promptly interrupted once I put my little babies on the couch.
It was like Clash of the Titans but worse. It was like Vicki and Tamara on last seasons’s RHOC. Or everyone and Alexis, also from RHOC, duh.
I realize we don’t really have a set “style” in our den but still, the colors were just all wrong. Way too bright and way too crazy for everything else in the room. And it just didn’t match. It was the exact opposite of what I envisioned in my head. Fail.
So, color me bummed. The hunt for a complimenting pillow is back on and I will probably be taking apart the pillows and using the fabric for something else. Poor things were just getting used to their new lives as little-appreciated, undervalued decor pieces.
So this post was completely all over the place and sort of random, but I wanted to document our sofa story so that I can read this 10 years from now and remember where we started. Who knows where our sofas will be then, but this will be a cool way to remember them. And also I can remember that time that I made a terrible decor decision (not the first, obviously) and how it had me cringing in embarrassment at its very sight any time I walked in the room.
Happy Tuesday! xoxo, p