I'm regularly struck by how often luck plays a factor in my life, as it did this weekend. I've been keeping my eyes open on craigslist for an interesting daybed, that would fit stylistically in my living room, allow me to still sleep in front of the woodstove, but wouldn't take up the entire room, like my mattresses have. My decorating style sense could be called, "Salvation Army/Craiglist." The only thing I paid full price for was the stainless steel table. Everything else was used. I like bold colors though. Bland colors that "match everything" drive me nuts.
I found a great-looking, unique daybed on craigslist last week, and here's where my luck comes in. I was not the first person in line. This is the third time that the exact same thing has happened in the last month, and I ended up with the goods in all three cases. This time, I had enough cash to pay for the item, plus about 15 dollars. So off, I went into the wilds of central Massachusetts.
I stopped at a rest stop in MA, noticed an ATM from my bank, so got cash in addition to the other things one does at a rest stop, and went to check out the daybed. Here it is in the space formerly occupied by a full-size mattress set:
AND - (lucky again), they offered to sell me this dresser for $40. It's really solid and clean, with smooth-moving drawers. I'll take it! I'm dresser-poor these days. Good thing I had gotten the cash. The only thing I was worried about was how to get it into the house when I got home.
There's a years-long process of getting settled in a new place that I'm about one year into. Move things around, try things in different places, match the locations of stuff with activity patterns, etc, etc, etc. For now, I like the way the living room flows. With the mattresses out of the way, there's less pressure to get rid of them immediately. I can use and move around the living room much better than before, which is what I was after in the first place.
Note: some other changes happen now that I've got this daybed. The dogs are not going to be allowed on it, weaning them from sleeping with me. And when spring comes around, I'm going to sleep upstairs in one of the bedrooms - like normal people. I'm all about creatively solving problems, but at some point I need to be normal, too.
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