We bought a chair yesterday and I’ve never felt more married.
I mean, I felt incredibly married moving back and buying a house- but something about the mutual decision to commit to a piece of furniture- such as a chair- makes me feel especially conscious of my marriedness.
We bought a desk a couple of weeks ago. We had picked it out while my mom and sister were visiting and just went back to buy it. It should be delivered this week, so last night we decided to commit to buying a chair for the desk.
We went to the furniture store and were swarmed by starving salesmen, licking our shoes and undressing us with their eyes.
By the way-
why don’t they feed these people!? They’re like bloodhounds being let loose in a meat market! I get so annoyed furniture shopping. I’m pretty certain it’s worse than car shopping.
Anyway- sorry for the tangent.
We bought a chair.
I didn’t really want to buy the chair. I instead wanted to buy custom frames for a few tapestries I want to hang, but sometimes things aren’t worth the fight and I figure I ought to “save up” and compromise on things that don’t matter as much. I mean, compromising on the chair confirms I’ll make the final call on the coffee table, table and chairs set, etc.
Who am I kidding?
You and I both know I’ll be making the final call on all that stuff regardless.
Anyway- the chair.
You’d think it’d be easy to assemble a chair.
It wasn’t.
We spent an hour and twenty minutes screwing the chair together, unscrewing the chair. Correcting the placement. Why is it lop-sided? Why do I have extra parts?
Fun times.
Don’t you guys remember when you first got married and the most difficult and frustrating thing was how to get that freaking blouse button ripped open already?
Now it’s all about chairs and desks and houses and crazy salesmen. When in the world did I grow up? When did I decided to take on this house and this “chair” and half a dozen dogs? It’s so strange to me. I guess I still think of myself as, well, myself! Does that make sense? Probably now! I guess I still think of myself as that young college girl without a care and in some ways I am-
and then I find myself obsessively cleaning the sink and freaking out if people are wearing shoes on my carpet and then I realize- yeah, maybe not so much!
I guess 25 has been a strange year thus far. I guess it’s like a mini milestone!
As we FINALLY assembled the chair (already!), I breathed a sigh of relief. Glad I’m aware of the fact that life is a little more about “chairs” these days (whatever chairs may represent...), but also aware of the fact that I still need to hang onto the Brittny I was before the chairs too. She’s a lot more fun (and I think Will likes her more too- she doesn’t care so much about shoes on the floor.
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I’m lying. Yes she does. I guess there are some things you can’t change).
<3
If it makes you feel any better, DH and I spent part of our weekend hanging up blinds and drapes in the master bedroom. We’re so wild!
And on a totally different note, I was going through some old, old posts (bored at work) and came across an old comment from you. It’s date March 28, 2006. Funny, huh? We’ve been friends for almost three years!
Have a great one!