Sunday, February 03, 2019
I loathe buying furniture. Oddly, it's not because of the cost - but the indecision on style, etc.
Still, it's come to a time where we need a new sofa.
I have zero idea how long a sofa is supposed to last. One of the ones we have now is 14 years old. It's had its time, right?
The other one we have - is pushing 20. It's leather and not used daily. 710 hasn't been a fan, but I really like it.
We've looked here and there, but I kind of forced the issue last week. During a bitter cold day where the dog couldn't really go out - and with no movies left on the list to see - I got us out for the afternoon, and we hit 5-6 furniture stores.
It turns out, that is like museum fatigue to me.
The last two sofas we picked were seemingly good - and from a great reputation store, but I ended up disliking them. And they didn't quite hold up. Yes, you think 14 years is long (and it is), but I've been moaning about it for a good four years. I'm just too lazy to do a thing about it.
We ended up liking 2-3 of the two dozen we saw. Yesterday, I re-pushed, and again we went out and made a selection. Of course, as 710 was working with the clerk, I started having doubts, but then said "fuck it" and stuck with out original selection.
The sofa selected - a version of what you see - is perfecting serviceable. And reasonably priced. Enough so that if it doesn't work out or only lasts 3-4 years, it will be fine.
We debated (well, discussed), the chaise part. Shep would love it. But other than that, we saw no need. So it's a standard 76" sofa.
It arrives in 1-2 weeks.
I think all will be happy.
Song by: Frank Zappa