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Dec. 26th, 2015
Couch of Doom
Dec. 26th, 2015 09:56 amFor Christmas, the thing I wanted was to move the couch pieces into the Hotel California.
Turns out that the couch won't fit through the front door.
while it will fit through the back door, it won't fit through the kitchen door, which means we can only put it in the bedroom or the kitchen.
That sound you are hearing is the thud thud thud of my S.O. and I banging our heads against a wall. The wailing is him.
Looks like we are basing our living room on the fainting couches.
UPDATE:
Posting from my phone means that I must be brief and to the point. I don't get to tell my usual meandering stories and amuse everyone with the wacky details of my life.
Since I'm at work at the moment, I can elaborate:
1. "Disassemble, re-assemble, Stephanie!"
Oh, we KNOW how to disassemble. I had my S.O., Brother 1, and my Papa all helping me.
My S.O. had those feet off the couch before it left the truck.
Papa took every relevant door off the frames. (He almost fixed the front door, too, though he is going to need to replace the hinge.)
If there was any further dis-assembly, it would have been the kind that I can't RE-assemble.
2. "When God closes a door, he opens a window..."
We have already discussed the possibility of using the windows to get the couch into the correct room. My Papa has a winch and pulley system and things and stuff. He's suggested that we exploit the breezeway, though some complex measurements will have to happen first. I figure that we can just make it crawl up the wall, or possibly go to the roof in order to get the couches in.
3. "Spectator Sport"
I do now have a nice corner of the Couch of Doom installed in my bedroom. My thought was that couches afford... angles... that beds do not. What's hilarious is that my S.O. did not come to that same conclusion; he observed instead that it is a great place to put a peanut gallery...
We also snagged a second projector for Christmas. (Thanks, Bro 1!) I figure we put it on the shelves pointing above the bed, and we can curl up on the couch to watch movies.
4. "Second verse, same as the first, moving again is a little bit worse..."
I might need to find a long-term storage option for the rest of the Couch of Doom. For the time being it is safe at Papa's house, but I hope to eventually clear all my things from that location. We are not currently interested in selling it. We may decide to move again when our lease is up, which is certainly an option. I intend to let our landlord know that if a better property comes available to speak to us.
5. "Oh, Oh, I feel faint..."
This is the perfect opportunity to properly restore those gorgeous fainting couches. I like them very much and I don't want to lose them if I can help it. Eventually they might make their way into my sewing studio, which was where I wanted them in the first place. NOTE: If you have a steam cleaning apparatus and/or advice about restoring them, I'm all ears. Or will be, if you call me. :D
Turns out that the couch won't fit through the front door.
while it will fit through the back door, it won't fit through the kitchen door, which means we can only put it in the bedroom or the kitchen.
That sound you are hearing is the thud thud thud of my S.O. and I banging our heads against a wall. The wailing is him.
Looks like we are basing our living room on the fainting couches.
UPDATE:
Posting from my phone means that I must be brief and to the point. I don't get to tell my usual meandering stories and amuse everyone with the wacky details of my life.
Since I'm at work at the moment, I can elaborate:
1. "Disassemble, re-assemble, Stephanie!"
Oh, we KNOW how to disassemble. I had my S.O., Brother 1, and my Papa all helping me.
My S.O. had those feet off the couch before it left the truck.
Papa took every relevant door off the frames. (He almost fixed the front door, too, though he is going to need to replace the hinge.)
If there was any further dis-assembly, it would have been the kind that I can't RE-assemble.
2. "When God closes a door, he opens a window..."
We have already discussed the possibility of using the windows to get the couch into the correct room. My Papa has a winch and pulley system and things and stuff. He's suggested that we exploit the breezeway, though some complex measurements will have to happen first. I figure that we can just make it crawl up the wall, or possibly go to the roof in order to get the couches in.
3. "Spectator Sport"
I do now have a nice corner of the Couch of Doom installed in my bedroom. My thought was that couches afford... angles... that beds do not. What's hilarious is that my S.O. did not come to that same conclusion; he observed instead that it is a great place to put a peanut gallery...
We also snagged a second projector for Christmas. (Thanks, Bro 1!) I figure we put it on the shelves pointing above the bed, and we can curl up on the couch to watch movies.
4. "Second verse, same as the first, moving again is a little bit worse..."
I might need to find a long-term storage option for the rest of the Couch of Doom. For the time being it is safe at Papa's house, but I hope to eventually clear all my things from that location. We are not currently interested in selling it. We may decide to move again when our lease is up, which is certainly an option. I intend to let our landlord know that if a better property comes available to speak to us.
5. "Oh, Oh, I feel faint..."
This is the perfect opportunity to properly restore those gorgeous fainting couches. I like them very much and I don't want to lose them if I can help it. Eventually they might make their way into my sewing studio, which was where I wanted them in the first place. NOTE: If you have a steam cleaning apparatus and/or advice about restoring them, I'm all ears. Or will be, if you call me. :D