Say goodbye to this little loveseat. Actually, say goodbye in 8 – 12 weeks. We just bit the bullet and ordered a new loveseat – or apartment sofa, as it seems to be called nowadays. I’ve had this little baby since about 1990, so that makes it nearly 30 years old. It wasn’t that well made to begin with, and it’s been, how shall I say it, well used. I had it for years. The first time Don came over to my apartment, we started kissing while sitting on that sofa, Scout and Riley used to jump up on it, especially Scout. It was her place for years. Now Don uses it on a daily basis. But the wood frame at the center of the front of the sofa is cracking. Sometimes I hear it crack some more when we’re both sitting on it, which we do every morning.
So it was time for an upgrade. We ordered through a company that has an online presence, one I’ve been familiar with for several years. It’s made to order, hence the big lead time.
But we did it! We hardly ever buy anything new, but we do buy new sofas and beds. The other sofa in the den needs to be replaced as well. It’s about 25 years old. But it will have to stay as is for a while. We only sit on it in the evenings, so it can hang on a bit longer. Money is tight, but as I watched that crack in the wood getting deeper, I knew we had to make a move.
But goodness, I ended up having at least 10 swatches sent to our house. We spent at least three weeks trying to decide. Then we found another fabric and material that we liked two days ago, so we had our consultant take photos of it because we didn’t want to wait for the swatch to be sent. It’s, shall we say, a more vivid color. Fingers crossed that it works here. We’re pretty sure it will.
Then this morning, after too little sleep again, we sat down and looked at other options with other companies, and we ended up coming back to our original choice.
Now, I’m exhausted. We’ve been awake since 4:30 am.
I always freak out a bit when we make a large purchase.
Don said there are so many memories tied up with the current loveseat that he can’t get rid of it. So it will go in our storage space. I’m sure that we’ll end up getting rid of it someday, but he just can’t handle the idea of trashing it right now. He’s sentimental, that guy.
Happy Wednesday.
