I own a sofa.
I know, big deal, right? I'm a middle-class American. If I don't even have a sofa to my name, I must be some kind of neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie.
|Sorry, I should have tossed out a|
Judd Nelson warning.
|As if I could have lived with this on my conscience.|
We fell in love with a sofa from IKEA, where we've already purchased our dining set. Assembly? No problem for these women! With an electric screwdriver and endless tolerance for giggle-fueled delays, we slayed the flat-pack dragon in style.
Ultimately, however, we were faced with the reality that hauling home an entire sofa (in multiple boxes) would require either borrowing or renting a truck. And while that wasn't a deal-breaker, it was enough to send us out to other stores in search of a fully-assembled piece that included delivery service.
We found it, ironically, because of my almost-ex. He and PDaughter sometimes go to the movies on their weekends together, and the closest movie theater is at a mall about 10 minutes from his place. On the outskirts of that mall is a furniture store that caught PDaughter's eye because of the eclectic mix of merchandise on display in the windows. So when I suggested last Friday that we combine our weekly meal out with some other activity to "make an evening of it," she suggested checking out this particular store. I thought it was an amazing idea, and off we went.
The name of the store is Xoom, and if you're in the Dallas area, it's on Preston Road, just outside Valley View Mall. It's pretty unassuming, and yeah, it's a wee bit sketchy...but go in anyway. Break out of that Walmart/Target mold and shop local. Totally worth it.
Xoom was packed with a variety of interesting, eclectic, and *expensive* pieces. I fell in love with an amazing, two-piece, pink and purple sofa that was over $3,000. Just a tad over budget, not to mention way too large for my little apartment. But here's the thing. Mo, the charming and attentive proprietor, let us know that if we didn't see anything in the showroom that worked for us, he had catalogs from several major furniture wholesalers, and we could order anything we wanted, and he was willing to "work on" pricing. That's the benefit of being part of the Arab-American Mafia, I guess? Not saying, but the parade of colorful characters coming in and out of the store while we were there was at least as entertaining as any of the items on display. Yeah.
It was PDaughter who found a completely perfect apartment-scaled sectional in one of those catalogs. We loved it. Mo quoted an entirely reasonable price. We bought it. WHAAAAAT? Would we really be able to ditch the (gratefully) borrowed chairs currently in our living room in favor of a comfortable, versatile, and utterly grown-up sectional?
YES. Don't quite understand how, but YES.
|Shown here: bliss.|
I immediately took a photo and texted it to PDaughter. I'm her mom; if I can't disrupt her education with photos of living room furniture, then I'm moving to Canada, where that sort of thing is required by Parliament.
Since arriving home, we both have declared our sofa to be gorgeous, comfortable, and perfect for our little home. Tonight we watched TV together, both of us sprawled comfortably on either end of our gorgeous new piece of furniture. So wonderfully normal. I highly recommend normal, at least a slice of it, in everybody's life.
Never forget...if it's what you know, it's normal. As far as anyone else knows.