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I scored a really nice couch at the Salvation Army today. Looks brand new, sofa bed, long enough to stretch out on, dark blue with thin off-white stripes. Not perfect, but a fantastic deal at $170.
What's wrong with this picture? Most of my friends my age -- heck, most of my friends no matter what age -- when they buy furniture are doing deep and meaningful searches for the Ideal Couch of All Couches which involve many stores, many websites, decorators, etc.
The frame cracked on our futon couch, and we need to replace it; we'd looked in Sally's Army once or twice before; once saw a great couch that was already sold. Mind you, some of the most style-conscious people I know, including Mark the Modernist Furniture Dealer, trawl the place on a regular basis.
But I'm an adult and I'm buying furniture at a thrift shop, and something in me is rebelling. *must finish final chapter; must rejoin adult world*
OTOH, I spent more, last week, on two skirts at Anthropologie, than I did on this couch. Which I think sums up the grad student lifestyle, really. John of Gaunt bought me those skirts, actually. (No, he did. The last index I wrote over break was for a bio of John of Gaunt, and I decided he was taking me shopping.)
What's wrong with this picture? Most of my friends my age -- heck, most of my friends no matter what age -- when they buy furniture are doing deep and meaningful searches for the Ideal Couch of All Couches which involve many stores, many websites, decorators, etc.
The frame cracked on our futon couch, and we need to replace it; we'd looked in Sally's Army once or twice before; once saw a great couch that was already sold. Mind you, some of the most style-conscious people I know, including Mark the Modernist Furniture Dealer, trawl the place on a regular basis.
But I'm an adult and I'm buying furniture at a thrift shop, and something in me is rebelling. *must finish final chapter; must rejoin adult world*
OTOH, I spent more, last week, on two skirts at Anthropologie, than I did on this couch. Which I think sums up the grad student lifestyle, really. John of Gaunt bought me those skirts, actually. (No, he did. The last index I wrote over break was for a bio of John of Gaunt, and I decided he was taking me shopping.)
