This is going to be a very short post that does not properly encapsulate the agony of trying to find this damn couch.
My fiances parents are the loveliest people ever (I seriously hit the in-law jackpot.) Even after doing so much for us already, they wanted to get us a housewarming gift. A few conversations later and we decided on a nice couch.
Fiance had his heart set on sectional, which is…not my style. However, he also wants to keep all the wall-to-wall carpeting in the house, because he hates hardwood floors, because he has no soul. So I figured: he can have a sectional, and I will win my hardwood floors.
However. Our living room, while quite spacious, is not a modern living room. It is a 1928 living room, and in 1928, they did not envision monstrous sectionals. We measured the walls, and we started visiting furniture stores. And more furniture stores. And mooooooore furniture stores.
First of all, 90% of all of them were too big for the space. Another 5% were out of the budget. Of the remaining 5%, 4% were ugly.
Finally, we arrived at a couch we both liked, with the measurements we needed, and we ordered it. And then we waited. I’ve never bought grown up furniture before, so it was a revelation to me that you couldn’t just go get it from the warehouse. (Okay, I honestly can’t remember the last piece of furniture I bought new that wasn’t IKEA.)
Friday, the new couch arrived!