I have been looking for a new couch I could love for years. When we started to change the rooms on our main floor last December, the search started to get serious.
I pretty much knew what I wanted all along. These are the three big contenders over the years that just never made it into my living room.
The one on the far right almost made it. I had pretty much decided to go pick it up as soon as it worked out for Alan to bring the old truck to help me cart it.
Two Wednesdays ago, Hannah and I went to Costco to buy chicken, beef and cookies.
But then we saw this couch.
It caught my eye right away so we sat down to chat for a while. Oh my goodness it was comfortable. It was also several hundred dollars less than the Ikea couch. I liked the lighter color even better. Plus look how big and thick and solid it looks. By the time we made it home I decided it was the couch for us and called Alan to see if he could bring a truck to help me get it asap. I knew sometimes don't stay at Costco very long and I was concerned.
Monday morning we headed to the store in a truck to get it. We had both thought to call to make sure they still had some, but I had taken a picture of the wrong model number and the couch wasn't anywhere on their website, so we just went.
And of course they were sold out.
I talked to a manager who said there were more on the way but there was no way to know when they'd get there. But! there were some on the way to a nearby store. She suggested I call and thought for sure they were there, either on the truck or already on the floor. So I called, and nope. Not on the floor, not there, try calling back in the morning.
The truck is janky you guys. On the way in, after we had stopped for gas, it wouldn't start until Alan took a wrench and wiggled some wires. There's a hole in the floor that you can see through and the seat belt is so over to the side that it literally holds me against the door the whole time. It's not fun. I mean it's not even something people drive - but it's a truck. I needed this couch.
We drove back to Lawrence and waited for the next morning to call.
Still none on Tuesday.
But Wednesday morning - yes! They had 4 that would be out on the floor before lunch. I had a few things I had to take care of that morning and then we were off.
We got there and although I saw the couch, I didn't see any boxes filled with the couch. I asked and whoops - they were all sold already. I am not even kidding. All gone. I explained the situation and they said they'd check other stores. Turned out the store we'd gone to on Monday had 4 in route, and an incredibly helpful guy there called and talked to a manager at the first store to see if they had actually arrived, and if they had any left. They had and they did, but they people who unloaded them had just clocked in so they were still on the truck. They wouldn't be on the floor for a couple hours. But they would hold one for me, they promised. They'd load it up on a cart with my name on it and everything.
It was after lunch time so it seemed like a perfect idea to grab some tacos to kill time, which we did. When we were done, we headed back to our original Costco, got the couch with much help from so many helpful employees, and headed out to load it up.
And then the shifter on the truck broke.
Luckily Alan is a great mechanic and he fixed it. He and 2 guys guys loaded it in the back and Alan used some strappy things to hold it in. And it was a good thing he had them because you guys, that couch barely fit in his truck. And it's not a small truck. One box pretty much took up the whole bed. It was a high as the walls. And then another box the exact same size sat on top of that. And behind them, the big ottoman box was strapped in because the back wouldn't close.
It was 5:15pm and we were about to get on the highway to start our 45 minute drive home.
The traffic turned out to be helpful, because we didn't really want to drive fast anyway. By the time we got out of the city we were both pretty sure it would hold. It was dark outside and just about 30 degrees when we started unloading. Alan, me and Hannah trying to unload the boxes, carry them across the lawn, up the stairs and through the doorway. I think it was a lot like if I were trying to move a mattress with just me, Mady and Addy. It was frustrating, freezing and two of us fell on our behinds.
BUT we did it!
And here it is:
That spot in the corner? That's my spot. In fact I'm sitting there right now while I'm typing this.
There is still much to be done in these rooms, but man I am loving how it is coming along. It's such a transformation and I love the way it feels sitting up there. I feel so lucky that's what my house looks like!!
For comparison, here's my old couch, and how the room used to look. See what I mean?