We're oh so domestic, now
Laughs-a-Lot is moving into a house in 2 weeks.
He has an ugly, lumpy, threadbare reclining sofa that is a total eye sore.
He had enough sense to see that he really needed new furniture.
He asked if I would help him find a sofa and love seat combo that doesn't "look hoosiery." I was more than happy to help out.
I wanted to make sure he was fine with the possibility that people would think we were married or at least engaged. I had this happen when I went suit shopping with a guy, and he TOTALLY freaked out. I was sure LAL would not care, and his laugh just assured me he didn't mind people thinking we were married.
So, Saturday we started the afternoon at a furniture store about 3 blocks from where he lives, and maybe 3 miles from where he is moving to. We found a sofa that was manly, but stylish. He thought it was comfortable, and liked it. (He is more than a foot taller than me, so really, we don't agree on what makes it comfy. I would love to have my feet hit the floor when I sit, whereas he prefers to not have his knees in his nostrils when he sits.) My joke of the day was, "Okay, well we better make sure it is comfortable to make out on. Scoot over, big guy." And he would say in a dopey, hen-pecked voice, "Okay." We'd chuckle and continue our search.
We decided to look at some other stores. After looking at some discount places, where we had no luck, we went to some other places, where we had even worse luck.
The next joke I was wanting to spring but never had the chance was when a salesperson asked if we wanted leather or upholstery. I wanted to say, "He only likes leather when he is wearing the chaps." We were never asked. DAMN IT!
We went to Lane, and they had a few things, but noting really tickled our fancy. We then went to Thomasville, where we saw a $5,000 dollar sofa. I asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to go up another level at work?"
"Yeah, that sofa is about 2 levels higher, minimum...And really I can only go up one more level."
But not only was it $5,000 dollars, it was ugly.
As we tried out sofas, he was really wanting my opinion on the comfort.
"Sweetie, I don't care what you get. This is going into yours and Bubble's house. I mean, I am there on the weekends, but it is about the two of you."
"Honey, I want you to be as comfortable there as we are."
I thought I knew what he was insinuating, but I wasn't totally sure.
After leaving Thomasville, feeling exceedingly middle class, we went to Broyhill. Again, some decent stuff, but we came to a conclusion...We liked the first sofa the best. They were closed by time we grabbed some dinner and got back to our neck of the woods.
Then Laughs-a-Lot says, "I guess I am going to need a coffee table, or something, too." (Basically, he just wants something to put his feet up on. He admits that he totally doesn't get the "nicknack" thing, and a coffee table for him is purely functional.)
So, the next day is Father's Day. The furniture store opens at 12:00, he is to pick Bubbles up from her mom at 1:00 and we need to be at my brother's by 1:30. We get to the store shortly after they open. I totally take charge. A salesperson approaches us, and I see the sofa we chose, but in blue. "We want that, but in the olive."
She takes us to it and asks if we need anything else.
"We need a coffee table."
She explains that most come in three packs, with the 2 end tables.
I look at LAL, and he says that is fine.
She asks wood or metal and glass.
I say wood, then remember this is LAL's furniture, although I am pretty sure he is a wood kind of guy. I look at him, and he nods.
She tells us where the wood tends to be in the showroom.
We find a coffee table and end tables that we like. They are manly and simple yet stylish. We find the salesperson. Turns out the one we picked is sold seperately. I finally let the poor guy talk. He decides he still wants 2 end tables as well as the coffee table, even if it is all seperate.
She asks if there is anything else we need, lamps, etc. Nope. We're ready.
We start the funfilled process of filling out paperwork.
I asked if I was being to bossy; too controlling. He assured me he was glad that I was taking charge, because he had no clue on anything.
The salesperson keeps trying to get me to sign on the paperwork. We keep saying no. She is trying to let us know we will get a larger credit line. We are not interested. She clearly thinks we are engaged. She gets up to get a few forms, and I tell LAL that when she comes back, I am making a comment, acting really ticked, that I am livid that my ring has to wait so he and his brat can have a new sofa and loveseat. LAL laughs. Of course. During this time, Bubbles calls to say her mom is dropping her off. He tells her where we are, so her mom will drop her off there.
While he is still waiting on the paper work, I go to the door to meet Bubbles. Meeting Bubbles and her mom is a whole other story for a whole other day.
I show her the girly sofa and loveseat I have fallen in love with. (A hip chartreuse in a classic style.) We discover it is EXTREMELY comfy, too. She prefers it to what he and I have actually chosen, and what he is buying right now. She loves the orange pillows on this sofa, though, so her daddy promises her that he and I were going to shop for accessories after everything is delivered and set up, and he will buy the pillows then. (I had no idea that this was going to be a multi-shop adventure. But that is fine.)
While he goes to yet another station to get his contract and warranty, Bubbles and I wander around some more.
As I come around the bend, the salesperson says, "When you get married, you know she likes this furniture, and hers can go in the livingroom and yours in family room. You'll work it out. The furniture is not a problem, believe me."
I have no doubt in my mind that this is the man I am going to marry.
I would like to think that he brought up us getting married to the sales lady. I wanted to ask, but didn't want to embarrass him.
And it is quite possible that she is the one who brought it up and he was just making small talk.
Still, it took all of my willpower to not do a cartwheel right there in the store.
I didn't embarrass him with the engagement ring comment.
He has an ugly, lumpy, threadbare reclining sofa that is a total eye sore.
He had enough sense to see that he really needed new furniture.
He asked if I would help him find a sofa and love seat combo that doesn't "look hoosiery." I was more than happy to help out.
I wanted to make sure he was fine with the possibility that people would think we were married or at least engaged. I had this happen when I went suit shopping with a guy, and he TOTALLY freaked out. I was sure LAL would not care, and his laugh just assured me he didn't mind people thinking we were married.
So, Saturday we started the afternoon at a furniture store about 3 blocks from where he lives, and maybe 3 miles from where he is moving to. We found a sofa that was manly, but stylish. He thought it was comfortable, and liked it. (He is more than a foot taller than me, so really, we don't agree on what makes it comfy. I would love to have my feet hit the floor when I sit, whereas he prefers to not have his knees in his nostrils when he sits.) My joke of the day was, "Okay, well we better make sure it is comfortable to make out on. Scoot over, big guy." And he would say in a dopey, hen-pecked voice, "Okay." We'd chuckle and continue our search.
We decided to look at some other stores. After looking at some discount places, where we had no luck, we went to some other places, where we had even worse luck.
The next joke I was wanting to spring but never had the chance was when a salesperson asked if we wanted leather or upholstery. I wanted to say, "He only likes leather when he is wearing the chaps." We were never asked. DAMN IT!
We went to Lane, and they had a few things, but noting really tickled our fancy. We then went to Thomasville, where we saw a $5,000 dollar sofa. I asked, "Didn't you say you wanted to go up another level at work?"
"Yeah, that sofa is about 2 levels higher, minimum...And really I can only go up one more level."
But not only was it $5,000 dollars, it was ugly.
As we tried out sofas, he was really wanting my opinion on the comfort.
"Sweetie, I don't care what you get. This is going into yours and Bubble's house. I mean, I am there on the weekends, but it is about the two of you."
"Honey, I want you to be as comfortable there as we are."
I thought I knew what he was insinuating, but I wasn't totally sure.
After leaving Thomasville, feeling exceedingly middle class, we went to Broyhill. Again, some decent stuff, but we came to a conclusion...We liked the first sofa the best. They were closed by time we grabbed some dinner and got back to our neck of the woods.
Then Laughs-a-Lot says, "I guess I am going to need a coffee table, or something, too." (Basically, he just wants something to put his feet up on. He admits that he totally doesn't get the "nicknack" thing, and a coffee table for him is purely functional.)
So, the next day is Father's Day. The furniture store opens at 12:00, he is to pick Bubbles up from her mom at 1:00 and we need to be at my brother's by 1:30. We get to the store shortly after they open. I totally take charge. A salesperson approaches us, and I see the sofa we chose, but in blue. "We want that, but in the olive."
She takes us to it and asks if we need anything else.
"We need a coffee table."
She explains that most come in three packs, with the 2 end tables.
I look at LAL, and he says that is fine.
She asks wood or metal and glass.
I say wood, then remember this is LAL's furniture, although I am pretty sure he is a wood kind of guy. I look at him, and he nods.
She tells us where the wood tends to be in the showroom.
We find a coffee table and end tables that we like. They are manly and simple yet stylish. We find the salesperson. Turns out the one we picked is sold seperately. I finally let the poor guy talk. He decides he still wants 2 end tables as well as the coffee table, even if it is all seperate.
She asks if there is anything else we need, lamps, etc. Nope. We're ready.
We start the funfilled process of filling out paperwork.
I asked if I was being to bossy; too controlling. He assured me he was glad that I was taking charge, because he had no clue on anything.
The salesperson keeps trying to get me to sign on the paperwork. We keep saying no. She is trying to let us know we will get a larger credit line. We are not interested. She clearly thinks we are engaged. She gets up to get a few forms, and I tell LAL that when she comes back, I am making a comment, acting really ticked, that I am livid that my ring has to wait so he and his brat can have a new sofa and loveseat. LAL laughs. Of course. During this time, Bubbles calls to say her mom is dropping her off. He tells her where we are, so her mom will drop her off there.
While he is still waiting on the paper work, I go to the door to meet Bubbles. Meeting Bubbles and her mom is a whole other story for a whole other day.
I show her the girly sofa and loveseat I have fallen in love with. (A hip chartreuse in a classic style.) We discover it is EXTREMELY comfy, too. She prefers it to what he and I have actually chosen, and what he is buying right now. She loves the orange pillows on this sofa, though, so her daddy promises her that he and I were going to shop for accessories after everything is delivered and set up, and he will buy the pillows then. (I had no idea that this was going to be a multi-shop adventure. But that is fine.)
While he goes to yet another station to get his contract and warranty, Bubbles and I wander around some more.
As I come around the bend, the salesperson says, "When you get married, you know she likes this furniture, and hers can go in the livingroom and yours in family room. You'll work it out. The furniture is not a problem, believe me."
I have no doubt in my mind that this is the man I am going to marry.
I would like to think that he brought up us getting married to the sales lady. I wanted to ask, but didn't want to embarrass him.
And it is quite possible that she is the one who brought it up and he was just making small talk.
Still, it took all of my willpower to not do a cartwheel right there in the store.
I didn't embarrass him with the engagement ring comment.
posted by Beth at
9:38 PM
2 Comments:
Oh, how sweet, shopping together!
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Anonymous, at 5:03 PM
Gosh, my busy week has made me miss some major stuff!! Furniture shopping is good good good. Out with the bachelor stuff....yessss! Your opinion was valuable to him, which is wonderful. I'm ready for the mom story, you've left me with a cliff-hanger. :0
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shpprgrl, at 6:37 PM
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