divine angst

In addition to taking advantage of the available car this weekend to move a small load of fragiles to the new apartment, we also took advantage of it to pick up the furniture we had been planning to buy. We had wanted matching living room furniture–the wood stuff, not the upholstered stuff. (I.e., no couches and chairs.)

So a month or so ago, we had looked into buying some new furniture, and found a set we liked at Crate & Barrel. Best of all, the stuff we liked was the “ready to assemble” stuff–and therefore cheaper. I mean, I have a paycheck and all, but it’s still just a summer gig.

We stopped in today, then, to see if the store in town had our stuff in stock (they did, except for one end table) and if we could take it home Right Now (we could, except for the one backordered end table). We brought it home to the old apartment (which kind of sucks, but works out well, since the movers can move it next week) and I promptly put together the new coffee table.

Kids, I Love It. It is bee-yoo-tiful. It has sliding doors instead of an open shelf, so it hides whatever crap we want to put in it. It has a lovely smooth finish, it’s a beautiful color, it’s even a good size (it’s a little big, but that’s probably just in our current place, which hasn’t really had room for a coffee table). Best of all, it’s good, solid stuff. Sure, I had to assemble it, but it’s still good, solid stuff. I mean, there weren’t any wood-colored pieces of cardboard to be nailed to it.

So, we have new furniture. I’ll take a crack at the one end table we could bring home later this week, and the media console…sometime. And I’ll enjoy it, very much. It feels very grown up.