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More furniture shopping, more frustration.

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Since I’m not on board with any of the hideous fabrics associated with the living room set my husband chose, shopping continues.

I stepped it up a notch last week and took him to an Ethan Allen showroom. And aside from the fact it was the smallest store we’d been to, they only had one hard backed sofa.

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Which was too low, too square and too soft for my Goldilocks spouse.

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Factor in most of their couches were over $5,000 a piece, even the simple ones like this, and it was a hard pass.

Next up was the store where I started my search with my girlfriend a few months ago. They had two sets I thought might work.

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But Mr, Picky vetoed this one because of the T shaped couch cushions.

Really?

At this point I thought he was just being obstinate on purpose and didn’t want new furniture. But when I brought him to set #2….

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Hard backed, rolled full arms, not too deep, available with firm cushions.

Could it be?

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A long discussion was had with the (very patient) salesman about features and quality…

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These arms were an eighth of an inch different in size… noticeable to no one on earth except my husband who worked quality control in the Marine Corps.

But despite the glaring anomaly, the husband agreed that this set might work. They even had the pattern he’d picked out at a previous store, seen on the back of the chair above.

I vetoed that as it was probably too light for our white walls and rather liked this one.

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When I asked if I could bring a few swatches home, I was told yes… for a price. For a deposit of $50 each I came home with 5. The $263 to be refunded to my card when I returned them.

Geesh.

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Lord Dudley seemed partial to this one.

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But as I suspected…. it’s too light and bright for our all white walls not to mention my husband’s feet on an ottoman.

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I need more contrast of color and though I really didn’t want blue….

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This one might work.

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Giving him a little taste of the frustration.

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My husband rolled his eyes and scoffed at the idea of me not being able to choose a fabric for the sofa he liked among a hundred and fifty choices so I decided to let him experience the joy of fabric selection first hand.

Since we needed to find a different brand of furniture, shopping began anew.

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Can you tell how thrilled he was?

He didn’t mind that couch, but vetoed the square arms.

The salesperson said it could be ordered in a rolled arm style….

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And we were off.

Standing in front of that brand’s wall of fabric, I started pulling patterns.

The following comments are his.

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Too swirly.

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Too wavy.

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Too blotchy.

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Too hippie dippie.

45 minutes later, he started wandering around and picked these.

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Too bad they belonged to a brand that didn’t sell a couch he liked.

The designer in residence took up our cause at that point and pulled this.

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The husband?

He said it looked like television static.

Almost an hour and a half in, he was done…. and pointed at this.

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“That one.

Get that one.”

I thought it an odd choice, but the salesman plugged it into the creation app and the husband was so sick of the process he approved.

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I argued that it would be too light a pattern for an ottoman not to mention our white walls and opted to take the swatch home.

The husband? He opted for a bar because the whole thing had driven him to drink.

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Cranberry gin fizz for me.

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Two beers and a disappointing French onion soup for him.

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My crab cakes with spicy remoulade were wonderful.

Fortified with lunch and alcohol… we kept shopping.

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I think we have a winner.

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Living room furniture shopping with my husband continued, even though it ceased being fun a while back. Nothing pleased the man and I was doubting we would ever find a set that checked all his boxes. Until we walked into… of all places… Lazy Boy.

I despise recliners and that store wasn’t even on my radar, but damned if it wasn’t where he finally found a couch he liked.

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Rolled pillowless back, good length, solid arms.

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It looks almost identical to the set we have now… which I didn’t really want, but he’s worn me down with his fussiness and I’m ready to cry uncle.

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Miracle of all miracles you can pay a few hundred dollars more per piece and get the firmest damn cushions on the face of the planet (think park bench comfort) which is his number one issue.

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They’re actually temperpedic, like the mattresses… and that sealed the deal for my spouse.

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He’s not smiling, but trust me…. Goldilocks was pleased.

Up next? Fabric.

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Goldilocks strikes again.

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I’ve discovered shopping for dining room furniture with my husband isn’t any easier than shopping for living rooms. Don’t let anyone tell you women are hard to please…

Our current dining set is a 40 year old Queen Anne style table, chairs and china hutch and though it’s served us well… it’s time for a change to something more casual.

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I liked this one… but my husband didn’t like the table legs.

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I liked this one…. but my husband didn’t like the chairs.

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I liked this one…. but my husband didn’t like the pedestal base.

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To be honest, he was more interested in figuring out this kitchen island we didn’t need.

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It had a hole in the middle of the chopping block for scraps and he couldn’t figure out how you’d empty it.

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Until I pulled open the drawer on the other side.

The search continues….

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Crustacean dining tables and beds by Q.

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Furniture shopping with my husband continues and I can’t say it hasn’t been interesting.

Live edge dining tables seem to be a trend, and while I like some of them…

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The ones filled with resin are a little too plastic-y for me.

Not to mention those low backed drafting chairs. Ouch.

And speaking of resin…

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Yes, I live in Maine.

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But even I don’t want cooked lobster pieces and parts in my dining room table.

While my husband was examining that abomination, I spotted something across the room that made me look twice.

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A James Bond ejector bed?

Push a button if you’ve got a headache… and bam! Bye bye Romeo.

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On closer inspection it was just a weird way of storing pillows.

Still might work if it had enough thrust though…

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Can our marriage survive furniture shopping? Time will tell….

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Since we’ll be replacing our dining room set as well as our living room, I took my husband to a high end furniture store in Freeport last week.

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Thomas Moser pieces are custom made and truly gorgeous.

I liked this bed frame…

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But I admit they’re a wee bit expensive.

This chair?

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Almost $5,000… which had my husband running upstairs to the “bargain” outlet.

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Where there weren’t any bargains but some very nice owls…

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At the next store we were back to couches, where that was one too small…

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And this one too soft… even if you paid extra for firmer support cushions.

He did find me a green couch …

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But… no.

The only time he smiled that day?

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When he discovered a coffee table that doubled as a beer cooler.

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Random nonsense.

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We’ll start with Lord Dudley Mountcatten who definitely knows how to relax.

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My husband wanted a fleece vest to wear at the office (because he works for the government and they’re too cheap to raise the thermostat above 65 degrees in the winter) so we headed to L.L. Bean.

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Home of the giant boot..

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And flannel shirt beer coozies.

They clearly know their audience.

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Charity my *ss. Those on the bottom should lose their non profit status.

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Supporting a new blog friend by purchasing and reading his amusing and heartwarming tales of animal caretaking in Scotland.

And finally, my algorithms have gotten on board with my furniture shopping nightmare by dropping vintage finds on my FB feed.

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I have to admit, I kind of dig it.

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Just call him Goldilocks.

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After doing some preliminary furniture shopping with a girlfriend, I’d narrowed it down to a few possible living room sets which meant I had to bring the husband in for final approval.

As you may have guessed…. it did not go well.

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This couch wasn’t deep enough.

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This couch’s arms were too hard.

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I thought I had a winner here…

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There was an entire wall of fabric for me to choose from and miracle of all miracles?

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Some of it was green.

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But the husband burst my bubble of glee when, like Goldilocks…. he declared the cushions too soft.

The search continues.

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How much easier do we need it?

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I saw an Amazon list the other day of helpful products that are supposed to make our life easier, and after looking at them I had to wonder….

Are we really lazy enough to need them?

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Call me crazy, but I don’t consider closing the toothpaste a hardship.

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Sorry, stepping on an empty can has always satisfied me.

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Chicken shredder… or medieval torture device?

Tough call.

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Okay, they’ve got me here. It’s both useful and adorable.

But I can’t figure why this last one will make anyone’s life easier…

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Even if it is the spitting image of Lord Dudley Mountcatten…

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I wonder if he should ask for residuals.

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A successful return.

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Our trip to Portland the other day had a destination other than my husband’s face on the itinerary… and that was Edgecomb Pottery. A high end artsy gallery where my thoughtful spouse likes to shop for gifts.

And as we walked around? it was obvious just how much he enjoys shopping there.

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See that bird?

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Here’s mine.

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See that lamp?

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Yup.

Have one of those too.

Our reason for shopping that day was the return of the thoughtful (but odd, and not my taste) bracelet my husband had given me for my birthday.

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I love that he tries, but he rarely scores a win when buying me jewelry so we exchange quite often.

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This was my substitution piece. Hard to tell by the photo, but it’s gold and silver intertwined.

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