That’s right! $165 is all I paid to do a makeover in that living room. I apologize for the first photo, it’s dark. I just can’t seem to get the light right as I take the pictures. And the furniture made the living room even darker.
I got a bee in my bonnet about getting a new couch recently. I was going to wait and shop, save, be smart about it. Sadly, today’s furniture is made to last a short time and couches sag in the middle quickly. I was looking at paying a $400 to $1,000 for a decent couch.
Then I dropped by a Hospice Thrift in Nevada City while waiting for Arjan in his Fox Walker outdoor class and they just so happen to be having a 50% off sale. They just so happen to have very nice furniture as well. It’s an affluent area and I suspect rich retired folk turn in their belongings often. I found a beautiful and clean couch and light green chair and after a second of internal debate (I was there for only scarves after all), I ask them to load it all up…along with a little lamp I haven’t shown here…and an electric train set for the boys, also not shown yet. And yes, I did get the scarves.
One rule I have created with all my frugal ways is that when you find a great deal and it’s something you may have been wanting for a while, you grab it. There are impulse buys you give yourself a few days to ponder but when you have been wanting, say, a new couch and one day you happen upon a great couch for $110, you take it sister!!
And of course, we had to go through the whole gyrations with my husband. He balked and waived his hand toward that, “trash” and practically filed a complaint regarding the trash I’m always bringing home. I ignored him and served a plate of hot dinner. I knew he was tired and had a rough day with having to fire an employee. His heart was hurt more than caring what I brought home. I also know this dance. He complains, then once I’ve got everything cleaned, set up and decorated, he comes behind me fluffing pillows and straightening paintings and showing guest proudly what we have done. Those of you that read my blog may remember the “office desk” situation.
Today he sat confidently on the coach as I showed my neighbor my loot. She was impressed and I never mentioned Bali’s belligerence of the night before. He also tried to make it up to me by hanging all my painting that have waited for months. Dear man, when will he learn. We went through this with the house, my desk, now this. One day he will just have faith that his crazy wife knows best.
It’s cultural really. He’s Indian and they come over to America wanting the American dream, the new car, the new and big house, the new furniture, the private schools for their children. I’m American and I know where the American dream leads…heart attack or high blood pressure at the very least, maybe an anxiety disorder or drinking problem.
I’m half hippy, dippy, half conservative and old-fashioned. I also watched my mother struggle with money. I have the vision for old stuff and when I see an old house, an old town, an old piece of furniture, I can see its potential.
Because I did that with this fixer upper and all that “trash” I’ve dragged home we now have a tiny mortgage in Northern California and that is nothing short of a miracle right there. And we have a very charming and cozy cottage that has cost us some cash in the wallet or nothing at all. Amen!