Sometimes, you just need to pull the trigger.
Just do it.
Make a decision and stand by it.
So I did.
At 11pm, on a Sunday night, I ordered a sofa.
Thank goodness for the internet.
So you're thinking, yeah, big deal. Welcome to adult life. You grow up and you buy a sofa. Well, maybe not. But, you get married, and then you definitely buy a sofa. Um, maybe not. Okay, you buy a house (or two) and then absolutely buy a sofa?! Mmmm, maybe not.
True life: Mr. B and I have been together for eight years and had never bought our own sofa until last night. It's a fact. In London, one of our roommates brought theirs to the house, and we just sort of stuck with that one. Then we moved into a furnished cottage and conveniently got away without our own sofa for another two years. Then, well, with The Anniversary Home, we wanted to wait until all the renovation work downstairs was done until we bought a sofa. But then before you know it, we upped and moved into another furnished apartment and never bought that sofa.
So, yes, that's how you go 8 years without your own sofa.
I like to think that procrastination and inability to make a choice had nothing to do with it. But that would be a variation on the truth. The truth is, and I've said it time and time again here on this blog, I can make a decision like whoa. Snap your fingers, I've decided, and it's on to the next thing without looking back. Without sounding arrogant, I really admire that quality in myself.
But when it came to the great sofa decision, I was a fish out of water. It didn't help that Mr. B. was particularly particular about his preferences for a sofa. Not too soft. Not too hard. It's not long enough. It's too shallow. How am I supposed to nap here? I don't like the color. I don't like the texture. It's too expensive. It's too cheap. It's too trendy. It's too old-fashioned. You can see how a girl would get overwhelmed when she's got that in her ear every time we got within 30 feet of a potential candidate.
But as these things happen, we ended up getting the first sofa we really fell in love with, probably several years ago. (Thank goodness it's a classic.)
We ended up with the slipcovered version, even though I infinitely prefer the upholstered one, but I'm realistic about the care/cleaning issues in the future. (Did I mention my husband is OCD?)
I don't even know when it will get here, but it can't get here soon enough. I didn't even measure it to see if it will fit through the door. (Of course it will, right?!) I picked a neutral color, parchment to be exact, and I'm just going to hope for the best.
After waiting for 8 years, what do I have to lose?