We ditched a lot of our furniture when we moved. "I'm making Dan get rid of his dresser," I told my mom. "Oh..." she replied, "you mean the one that's made of cardboard?"
The idea was to buy new, nicer furniture, that we'd keep for a long time. Furniture that was carefully selected, rather than dug up from Mom's basement or picked off the trash. Grown-up furniture.
Grown-up furniture is great, but it has its own pains.
Our dining table arrived today. It's beauteous.
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($) Our last apartment was too narrow for such an extravagance, so we ate off a desk. A dining table that was actually designed for dining means we could fit more than two chairs around it. So I ordered a few more of these:
($$) But that's not all! The new apartment has a big granite island in the kitchen/living area, requiring new stools in order to sit at it:
($$$) All that together cost about eleventy billion dollars. But what of clothing storage!? Although we have two (!) closets in our bedroom, a luxury I've done without since 2006, t-shirts are in boxes on the floor. So I ordered a pair of blue dressers, to be arranged as in the photo below:
($$$$)
We haven't bought a couch yet. ($$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$)
Finally, Dan and I have been test-driving cars and looking at local day cares (∞ $). Like David Sedaris, I tend to sweat when discussing sums over sixty dollars, so the large cash outlay, while not unexpected, has been giving me The Shivers. Raising a child I can handle. Buying that child a dresser? AHHHHHHHHRGH.
