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Over the weekend, the couch and love seat I had been borrowing went back to their real owners and I was left with my own couch, which I'd never liked. I had it moved back into my living room, sat on it, and gagged (inside). Yuck. Uncomfortable. The ones I'd been borrowing were yummy, wide, soft and Friday-night-sleepable. Get a soft yummy blanket, settle in after a long week, and you could take a good nap. Okay, it would be less than fun to wake up and have to go upstairs to bed, but I did it many a Friday night. It felt that good.
So Saturday afternoon, I skeedaddled off to the local furniture store to look around. I felt like Goldilocks. I sat on any couch that might be appropriate. But they were too hard, or stiff, or catch me wrong, or have "lazy-boy" chairs involved..those hurt my legs when closing the footrest part, so "no thanks" to pain! Where was the replica of what had been taken from my house that morning?
In the middle of my search, I found a beautiful yellow flowered couch but it was SO beautiful, I felt it wasn't worthy of my interest. It was too expensive. It was too pretty. Isn't a couch supposed to blend in? All the other couches I'd sat on were varying shades of browngreengray or some such indescribable color. This stood out. I moved on and tried EVERY couch that might remotely be comfy. As I walked back through the store (with a very patient saleslady) I re-sat on a few. Then the price would be higher than I'd want. I wasn't sold on any of them, but was trying to "make do" with something! I didn't want to continue to sit on what was currently holding a spot in my living room. We got back to the yellow, blue, green happy couch. I sat on it and it felt perfect. I LOVED how it looked and how it made me feel. It was wider than some, though not as wide as what I'd been borrowing. It fit me. H-m-m-m....But it was so pretty. When the saleslady said it was a "happy" couch or a "fun" couch, I was struck. I'm into fun and happy! I wanted this couch. (Plus the price wasn't as bad now that I'd found out what stuff costs out there.) Hey, might as well take the ottoman, too. Go for double fun!!
That was the first time I'd ever purchased something that big by myself. It was scary, but also exhilerating. Once I made the decision, I decided to get rid of the matching chair/ottoman that never have appealed to me anyway and ditch the entertainment center. Might as well. I'm discovering what I like and what I want in my home. And it feels mighty good.
So Saturday afternoon, I skeedaddled off to the local furniture store to look around. I felt like Goldilocks. I sat on any couch that might be appropriate. But they were too hard, or stiff, or catch me wrong, or have "lazy-boy" chairs involved..those hurt my legs when closing the footrest part, so "no thanks" to pain! Where was the replica of what had been taken from my house that morning?
In the middle of my search, I found a beautiful yellow flowered couch but it was SO beautiful, I felt it wasn't worthy of my interest. It was too expensive. It was too pretty. Isn't a couch supposed to blend in? All the other couches I'd sat on were varying shades of browngreengray or some such indescribable color. This stood out. I moved on and tried EVERY couch that might remotely be comfy. As I walked back through the store (with a very patient saleslady) I re-sat on a few. Then the price would be higher than I'd want. I wasn't sold on any of them, but was trying to "make do" with something! I didn't want to continue to sit on what was currently holding a spot in my living room. We got back to the yellow, blue, green happy couch. I sat on it and it felt perfect. I LOVED how it looked and how it made me feel. It was wider than some, though not as wide as what I'd been borrowing. It fit me. H-m-m-m....But it was so pretty. When the saleslady said it was a "happy" couch or a "fun" couch, I was struck. I'm into fun and happy! I wanted this couch. (Plus the price wasn't as bad now that I'd found out what stuff costs out there.) Hey, might as well take the ottoman, too. Go for double fun!!
That was the first time I'd ever purchased something that big by myself. It was scary, but also exhilerating. Once I made the decision, I decided to get rid of the matching chair/ottoman that never have appealed to me anyway and ditch the entertainment center. Might as well. I'm discovering what I like and what I want in my home. And it feels mighty good.
