Well, I’m not yet. But it looks like I’m going to be because every single furniture store I’ve shopped is dedicated to that color.
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I’m looking for two couches, a chair and an ottoman in this hardback, rolled arm style. The couches will be solid, the chair and pillows a coordinating pattern.
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All the floor samples are beige, which is fine… it’s not like I want neon orange. But the decided lack of color in the fabric choices is driving me batty.
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The fabrics are pretty…
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But I swear they’re all blue and grey.
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Everywhere.
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At every store.
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My kitchen and breakfast nook are blue and grey.
My den is blue and beige.
My spare bathroom is blue and grey.
Which is why my living room has always been green.
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But it looks like that’s not happening this time around.
I was in Wal Mart the other day, innocently walking through the health and beauty section looking for some reading glasses.
We call them cheaters and I swear the older I get the more I need a pair in every single room of the house and two in the kitchen.
I’m old y’all.
And while I admit I have a hard time reading the fine print on labels, I didn’t have any trouble identifying these products when I turned the corner in search of eyeball magnification.
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Tush toys?
Vibrating rings?
Little suckers?
Shelf upon shelf of …. accessories.
And to think I used to take my mother shopping here.
Remember the long searched for door we bought the other day?
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The one the salesman assured us was rated for exterior use?
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Turns out it wasn’t.
And according to our contractor, it’s not even close.
Of course it wasn’t what we needed. This is a renovation project at ourhouse where all attempts to improve things are doomed.
Destined to fail.
And more than likely cursed by an angry pickle God.
As I said previously, I’m done. We will take this useless door back to the store and send our contractor out to buy the next one. Maybe he’ll have better luck.
I didn’t think living with a dead microwave would bother me very much…. until I spent a few days living with a dead microwave.
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Reheat that leftover for lunch? Nope.
Quick cup of tea? Uh uh.
The recipe calls for melted butter? Better fire up the stove.
Turns out I actually do use the microwave I thought I never used. Who knew?
When it comes to replacing small appliances, I’m a tactile shopper. You can’t tell the heft and quality of a product from scrolling a website… so off we went. Bed Bath and Beyond stores are gone. Sears is dead. The mall is over an hours drive away. We tried Wal Mart and Target but both had cheap feeling crap so the husband suggested we go to the nice kitchen store where he bought the dead before it’s time, counter space hogging oven we needed to heave.
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Now You’re Cooking is one of those pricey specialty kitchen stores where you’ll find every gadget, geegaw and countertop cluttering gizmo you want but never need. (Yes silicon egg separator shaped like a frog, I’m talking to you)
We were pleasantly greeted at the door and lead to the appropriate aisle. When we explained our situation and said that my husband had purchased the old microwave here, the salesperson immediately asked his name and looked on the computer.
Miracle of all miracles… the silly thing was still under full warranty. If we brought it in we could have a brand new one free of charge.
I can’t tell you how happy this made me. Finally! Something was going our way.
So we beat feet home, grabbed the dead micro and drove back to surrender it. The husband was all for swapping it out with the same model but I chose to go with a slightly smaller version. Counter space is precious in our house.
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It still has his precious self closing door, and we even had a sweet $100 store credit to boot.
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With which I bought the mini Cuisinart food processor I’ve been eyeing for months.
Since our contractor has to wait for the window company service reps to inspect that particular nightmare, he’s decided to replace the bedroom door now instead of later.
To recap… the door.
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Nothing special, just a regular door.
As I said earlier we wanted to replace it with something like this, though not in brown.
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Just a pretty little window at the top. How hard could that be?
After our multiple trips to Lowes with inadequate dimensions the other day, I had the contractor pull off the trim and take the rough opening measurements himself.
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I even had him fill out the form and check all the boxes so there would be no doubt.
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Height, width, depth and swing.
Those are the four things you need to know to purchase the correct size. I thought we were home free.
I was wrong.
Of all the doors they had in stock, and trust me… we checked all of them… not one could check all four of our boxes.
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We spent over an hour and a half driving the sales guys nuts looking for one with a window before we had to change gears and settle for the same type of plain 6 panel door we currently have.
Boo to that.
Of course it wasn’t easy finding one of those in the correct size either. After another half hour of searching the hundred doors they had in stock? We found two.
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The one on the bottom shelf had busted up trim, the one we made the salesman drag down from up top? Had a massive dent on the front.
At this point I was ready to call it quits, grab a piece of plywood and go home to seal up the bedroom wall.
But from the corner of my eye, way down the aisle, in a different section… away from every other GD door we’d looked at… was a row of fire safe doors. I asked if this door was suitable for an exterior entry and was assured it was.
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Yes. It was more expensive. (I didn’t care)
Yes, the trim would have to be purchased separately and more work would be required to install it. (I didn’t care)
It was the right height, width, depth and swing.
All four boxes checked.
Thank you Jesus. We grabbed it and ran out the door.
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Straight to our local pub where I consoled myself with a few positively scrumptious apple cider margaritas.
If something is wrong with this door when the contractor starts the replacement process?
River's world..... 