Ding dong - the couch is gone.
We bought this couch right after we moved into this apartment. We bought it because my mother-in-law was coming to visit for Christmas and we didn't have any furniture and The Brick was right by the Sleep Country and it was on sale and we were tired and kinda desperate.
We immediately began to suffer from buyer's remorse. This couch was not really our style, as you can see from our old couch, seen here in archival knitting shots:
Not only did we find our new couch aesthetically displeasing (I believe Katr called it "The Two Tone Turd"), but the couch's configuration caused us to sit crookedly. This fucked us both up ergonomically, rendering us each incapacitated at different times with searing neck and shoulder pain. For the last several months, we've been dealing with this by not sitting on the couch together - and whoever WAS sitting on the couch had to basically create an armchair out of cushions to stay upright.
Stupid couch.
In the spirit of making 2009 The Year of Actual Follow-through, we decided that this couch needed to go. We found a new one in a used furniture store and gleefully purchased it. Then Katr put me in charge of getting rid of the old couch on Craigslist.
I had a hard time writing the Craigslist ad for the couch I loathe. I believe I listed it as "Microsuede/Leather Couch - not nasty". Technically, there's nothing wrong with the couch - I just couldn't imagine anyone else wanting it, even though it was free. I couldn't have been more wrong.
This fucking couch was more popular than a pun at a dumbass convention. Within 5 minutes, I had more than 20 offers to take it off my hands, from the cursory "Call me about this couch please bob" to the sweet, squee-filled emails I got from a woman who told me the couch was "the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen".
I stuck with my usual first come, first served policy and made a deal with a girl we'll call Couch Claimer. Then I suffered from Craiglist remorse over the girl who claimed the couch. She couldn't pick it up until Sunday (our new couch was arriving Saturday) and she mentioned that her husband was coming to get it. I was like "It's a big couch, lady! He's bringing a friend, right? RIGHT??" I worried that the whole thing would turn out to be a big couch cluster fuck.
Once again, I couldn't have been more wrong. Couch Claimer's husband not only came by Saturday for the couch, but he had brought both his friendly, burly father and a dolly. Those guys had the couch strapped up and out the door in minutes.
My glee continued when Couch Claimer's husband mentioned that their current used couch came from a smoker's house and they have a five month old baby who kept sneezing. The guy was so cute and excited about the niceness of the couch and the brownie points he was going to score with the wife when he brought it home (along with the coffee table, which we also unloaded on him - sucker!) that I knew the right people had gotten our couch.
Godspeed, Two-Tone. I hope that you're being appreciated properly in your new home.
Speaking of new homes - behold OUR new couch!
I know it might not be your taste, so feel free to keep that to yourself. Stayed tuned for the new ottoman, coming in...March!
P.S. The Best of Craigslist - there are no words to describe its greatness.
