Things have been slowly but surely coming together in the new place! (Did I tell you I moved into a new apt? One with 325 extra sq feet and a whole bunch of closets?!)
Although I didn’t plan to move so quickly (thanks, leaky ceiling), it really did work out for the better: nicer neighborhood, copious closets and NATURE. Still close to the city, but look at that view – still getting over the fact that’s it’s not a parking lot!
Even though the new place is practically perfect (well, minus the lack of crown molding, carerra marble countertops, chandeliers and hardwood floors), some aspects of furnishing it weren’t as easy as I thought they’d be….
Sofa Shopping is Stressful
Take sofa shopping – should be easy, right? Plenty of pinboards full of em. Ample online reviews from people just like me. That plus…a discerning eye that immediately blocks out 95% of sofas for not passing the “pretty” test and a bank account that’s well, not unlimited. This should leave me with a pretty direct path to the perfect new sofa, right?
Well…after sitting on couches for three weekends in a row, I finally found this nautical thing that suited my style and my budget. Unfortunately, it was on backorder, but I waited patiently until the delivery truck showed up weeks later. I was giddy.
Giddy up until they convinced me that there was no way it was going to fit in the elevator or up the stairs because “It’s just too tall for this apartment building.” Ummm, excuse me, what??
**PS don’t worry, I was going to recover those pillows that look like they’re covered in French graffiti
So I was back to square one. Luckily, a trip to Macy’s Furniture showroom made everything better. As it so happens, Martha is My Homegirl. I set my eyes on this Martha Stewart Chesterfield in “Saybridge Storm” (or as I like to say, “Elephant Gray,”) and I was in love. What’s better? A surprise sale boasting the best prices of the year!
Maybe it’s because Martha and I share a name. Or maybe it’s because I’ve always wanted a Chesterfield and this one actually fit in my building. (Side story: the guy selling me the warranty plan asked if I owned any of them “bedazzled butt jeans.” Ummmm no, J. Crew doesn’t sell those! And also, I’m not a 45-year-old divorcee.)
Too Dainty for DIY
Story number two is stressful, too. I can’t be the only one who’s been giddily pinning things to a board titled “DIY” under the notion that this will be so “cheap and quick and easy and fun!” Because in reality, DIY projects (like the ones I’ve gotten myself into recently) have been the exact opposite.
They make it look so easy, but sanding? Sanding takes strength. And that brown desk is gonna take about 18 coats of primer and paint until it turns white. Which isn’t even that big of an exaggeration. My index finger was numb from pressing on the spray paint can for so long. And it didn’t regain feeling for 3 days. The boyfriend says I’m “too dainty for DIY,” and it’s sad, but totally true. That, and I really just don’t have the patience for it.
But, despite the battle scars, here’s what I was able to accomplish:
The inspiration – This Pottery Barn Pillow:
Thanks for listening to my whining. Now, I’m off to pour myself another glass of Merlot.