Sounds like some great, important, life-changing thing, huh?
I bought a piece of furniture for my new t.v. It was quite the ordeal, too. An ordinary t.v. stand or armoire just wouldn’t do the trick. Our new television has been sitting in a box for almost two weeks. But, then my TIVO came in, so I was on a mission to get that bad boy out of the box… Mama wants her TIVO.
We’ve been looking, seriously looking, for two weeks for the right piece of furniture. And by right I mean, just right. See, being the home interiors person that I am, I can’t do with the run-of-the-mill or ordinary… For more than one reason, too…
I simply don’t like for my home to be average… But, also, and possibly more importantly, I want people to like my interiors and think “Whoa! I never would have thought about that! I must hire her pronto.” I mean, why would people want me to help them with their homes if my home doesn’t look appealing? Plus, I just don’t particularly like the way an “entertainment center” looks… I want a piece of furniture that you can double-duty. A universal piece, if you will… One that when you take the t.v. off of, it still looks amazing and you can use it in other areas of the house…
We’ve been to every damned furniture store in this town and the surrounding areas. The kids are tired of furniture stores (even if they do get bribes,) the Mister is tired of furniture stores (although he does actually get into it, don’t let him tell you otherwise…,) the furniture store sales people are tired of seeing us in furniture stores (especially since I have two cranky kids and am obviously very picky…) And if I wasn’t actually in a furniture or design store, I was pouring over websites, jotting down hundreds of item numbers of possibilities… It was getting ridiculous.
Rewind to last Wednesday… The search had already hit the ridiculous mark, when I stumbled upon a really nice furniture store in a nearby city. This store happened to have a piece that caught my eye… Like the piece. The piece that wowed me… That made me stop in my tracks and drop my jaw. That was the piece. And it was at the very front of this very large store, like one of the first pieces I saw. There it was, right in the front, calling to me with a heavenly light shining down upon its antiqued red beauty and all the other furniture in the store disappeared. It was meant just for me…
It was a tad more than we had originally decided to pay, of course, but hey, it was The Piece. And they could deliver that DAY! No waiting six weeks… I was willing to do it, even when I couldn’t get the Mister to answer his goddamn phone.
I called him frantically about ten times… I walked the store with sweaty palms for nearly three hours. I tried to send him pictures, but we all know how technologically challenged I am… So, I called Laura so she could give me the okay. Well, so that she could tell me to go ahead and buy it without talking to him… And she did. She gave me just what I needed… “Go ahead and order it… It’s better to ask for forgiveness than to beg for permission.” She’s just the friend a gal needs when having a shopping moment. I love you, Laura.
So, I nearly tripped over myself trying to find a sales rep and was all ready to write it up… But, I decided to cool down a bit and continue to try and get the Mister. I literally walked the store for three hours. (It was a very big store, so I didn’t seem like too big of a freak… Unless you noticed that every ten minutes or so, I did go back to stare at my piece, to stroke it and make goo-goo eyes at it…)
Anyway, I finally decided the hell with it, I was going to buy it. I get the sales guy over and tell him I want it. Then it hits me, I better do some quick measuring just to be sure the t.v. even fits in it. That would be bad if I paid for it, had it delivered and then the damned t.v. wouldn’t fit. Especially since I was prepared to spend that much money without even talking to the Mister about it.
I made the sales guy re-measure it five times, I grabbed the tape measure to re-measure five times, but neither of us were adding any inches to the opening where the t.v. would go. It would be a very tight fit. Very.
With my head hung low, I crept out of the store to go home and measure my t.v…. It was too big by one.mother.fucking.half.inch. A 1/2″. And it was just this clear plastic part around the outside trim that was making it that… I suggested we hack it off. Then I suggested I sand it off. Then I considered returning the t.v. for a different model that was smaller. I wanted that piece, dammit.
So, with some tears and much disappointment, we started our search over, but I was comparing all pieces to the piece. Nothing measured up. We did find some other beautiful stuff that we loved and were considering. One of which was at the same store that housed The Piece…
Mister and I finally made the decision to just go ahead and get that one… It was amazingly beautiful and would work nicely. So, I went back yesterday, with my mother-in-law in tow, to get it, the other piece…
We got to the store, got inside, I drooled over The Piece, shook it off and went to find the other one, quite ready to purchase it. It was a great piece. Truly amazing. But, just not The Piece.
I called the Mister one more time to confirm, when he gave me a glimmer of hope… He said the t.v. would actually fit in The Piece, it just wouldn’t slide all the way back into the opening… That clear plastic part around the edge, the one that was a half inch too big, would stop it from doing that, but the base would still be a good three inches from the edge of the piece.
So, what did I do? Me, being all about the aesthetics… And irrevocably in love, I bought The Piece. Without a second thought.
All I needed was that glimmer of hope. I’m not sure if it will actually look the way I want it to since the t.v. won’t slide back into it, but The Piece will still be beautiful and I just don’t care. And if, for some reason, the Mister’s mad mathematical skills are off, I’ll exchange the t.v.
The Piece will arrive this afternoon, between the hours of 2:00 and 5:00. I need to put some balloons on the mailbox, a bow on the door and pop the bubbly. My new baby is coming home!
Edited to change the large number of typos in this post. Wow. I hate that… In my defense, it really is hard to write and proofread with two kids pulling on your leg the whole time… Try it, you’ll see…