Yesterday seemed like it would be a somewhat normal day. M and I had some venues to check out for the wedding, my parents stopped by on their way off to sunnier shores, M and I spent an obscene amount of time at an HMV… Everything pretty much normal.
Save a very serendipitous series of things. M’s step-brother and his wife gave us a Pottery Barn gift certificate as an engagement present and we suddenly found ourselves with a block of time to kill before meeting friends for dinner. We stopped by the Bloor Street Pottery Barn on a lark, hoping to pick up a nice set of cheese knives or something like that. We walk in the front door of the store and there on sale are floor models of a lovely couch, chair and ottoman. Like obscenely on sale.
We’ve been looking for a new couch for some time and it looked like we were never going to find something that was the right style, size or price. And then poof! there it was. Really lovely pieces in a nice neutral shade, so discounted that after tax all three pieces cost less than one piece at regular price. Kick ass. Sure there is a bit of damage to them, but they’re in really good condition.
Even better they wanted them gone as soon as possible, so we had them delivered by the city’s most amazing mover this morning who expertly removed doors, frames and other impediments to get it all upstairs to our apartment. Out old couches were taken to a shelter for battered women, as they’re still in pretty decent shape.
So here we are with our first couch and chair set that isn’t a hand-me-down from family. Not that getting hand-me-downs from family didn’t save our seating skin for a long time, but this is a nice step in the whole growing up/adulthood/independent thing. Every time we walk into the living room now we both emit a sound of joy (M’s being a satisfied “mmmm” and me a squeal of joy).
Today’s sing-a-long song: “Part of the Furniture” by Catatonia
HRH
