Looking for a good home

 

In the first excited flush of outfitting this place in Florida it was easy to get swept up by the novelty of it all.

Never mind being in Florida, it was just thrilling to choose a couch or a table, since the first half of our marriage was punctuated by well-meaning donations from My Guy’s family. We spent the first four years with mattress and boxspring on the floor, so having someone drop a maple bedstead with matching dressers in our lap was pretty amazing. The fact that his father sold early-American furniture from a warehouse and then took to crafting it himself meant that I never saw the inside of a furniture store for 40 or more years.

Okay, so our end tables here (which are beautiful) came from a friend who was downsizing, and our headboard came from another friend who’d ordered it from Wayfair, decided it wasn’t what she was looking for, and who was told by them not to bother shipping it back. (And no, they didn’t charge her. Incredible!)

Anyway, we bought a glass-shelved tv console and it’s served us just fine for the past 7 years. I wonder what we were thinking, having three increasingly large grandsons followed by two rambunctious grandgirls. Now one of us – who will remain nameless – is getting a bit unsteady so it seemed like time to make a change.

I’m currently waiting for the Habitat for Humanity people to stop by and carry it off. I had tried another thrift store that works with Salvation Army, but after much back and forthing, I was told they didn’t have room for it after all.

The thing weighs a ton, and I can’t figure out how we put it together in the first place.

Fingers crossed it goes today.

(Note the paper taped to the corners so we don't walk into it in the meantime.)