This purchase was made on New Years Day, and the Wagner's don't own a truck. The plan they concocted was to go to the nearby Lowe's and rent a truck, but since it was New Years Day at 5:30, Lowe's was closing and sadly could not rent us a truck. So we made arrangements to pick up our booty on Thursday January 3rd. Steve had a trip to Michigan on the second, so that was out.
Thursday January 3rd arrives and Steve looks at Giggy and says "You know hon, I am not sure that bookshelf we bought is gonna fit in the basement."
"Hum." I said, because that is what I say when nothing else comes to mind.
We do have a short basement. We decided to take along the measuring tape just in case the store employees would let us do an even trade. We headed off to Menard's here in Homewood and rented a truck that would fulfill our purposes for a couple of hours. It was one of those "Rent me for 19.99" deals.
We arrived at the New Uses in Orland Park at about noon. At first the New Uses employees seemed to be useless. We explained that we had purchased some furniture and needed to pick it up. Now imagines the crickets and the wide-eyed girl staring at us like we were speaking Russian!
Well the tape measure proved to be a good idea. The shelf was indeed too tall for our basement, but after going through two or three confused millennials the staff was very sweet and let us do an even swap for a bookshelf that would fit in the basement. Whew, crisis averted.
So, we loaded up the truck - sofa, sizable print, mirror, and some new throw pillows added to our purchase today. We were anxious to get home and finish setting up the basement, but I had noticed a second hand clothing store next to the second hand furniture store. We decided to check it out. Admittedly I don't do well with second hand clothing stores, but it looked like a nice store so we took a shot.
We were greeted with "Hello, everything is 50% off today." Woohoo!
I started browsing and found some incredible blazers for six bucks each. That meant I could get a blazer for like three dollars. That was too amazing to believe. I snatched three of them - a navy, a silver with intricate stitching and a purple one because first of all they were my size!!! And as Steve put it, "That's great hon everybody needs a blue blazer, and the grey blazer is verasitle and you look great in purple." Ok, I didn't really need the purple blazer, so when I found a wool Pendelton coat that would cost 15 bucks, I traded in the purple blazer for the coat. Steve had a great time shopping here too, he found a very cozy fleece lined jacket and some corduroy pants that look very nice on him might I add. We spent a total of $40 on all that! Great day.
We drove our Menard's truck happily home fiscally sated by our recent savings.
We got home and started unloading, the mirror and the print - no problem. The bookshelf, as always, was a pain in the ass, but we got 'er done!
Finally, we were giddy as we unloaded the deal of the day - our "new" Ethan Allen basement sofa. We took the cushions off and threw them in a pile on the basement floor knowing that moments later they would be neatly stacked upon our new basement throne. We returned, at this point just Steve and I, to get the sofa. I am not a lot of help moving sofas because they are big and heavy and awkward - and I have weenie arms. But I grabbed that sofa and we trucked it a couple hundred feet to our side door to slide it down those basement stairs when BOOM! It didn't fit through the door.
No problem. We will take it to the front door! Whew! Another crisis averted until BOOM we go to the kitchen. The stove was in our way.
Well, let's take it back through the front door, back to the side door and try another position. Side door said - No No No.
Ok, (by this time Celia had gotten home and was helping me because my weenie arms were going fast).
OK! BACK THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR.
"We are gonna have to move the stove."
"I don't want to do that."
"I understand, but the stove is in the way!"
Shit!
Shut off gas. Move stove. Move the island (which is not a big deal because it is on wheels and isn't directly connected to a gas line that could explode us out of house and home.)
Kitchen clear - try again!
Just can't get it through the door.
"We are gonna have to take these doors off."
"What? Ok. Hum"
Shit
Side door off. Door leading to kitchen off.
Now we have to take it (the sofa) back out and around to the side door.
Celia: "What the fuck? Again?"
Still a No No No from the bare naked side door frame.
Double shit.
"What are we gonna do?"
Me: "EAT!!"
Me (sensing Steve's frustration and trying to be as comforting as one can with low-blood sugar) "We are smart people honey. We will figure it out."
So after hauling the sofa back inside and a trip to Menard's to turn in the truck, and a trip to Chipotle to fill my belly - we returned to our task of
"We could take the legs off."
"I don't think the legs come off."
Giggy begins ripping the fabric off the bottom of the sofa. "Nope, this is one big piece, but I think, yeah here is a screw, maybe we could take it apart.
And that is what we did. Well, that it what Steve did. It took him more than an hour to wrestle with the bottom frame of the sofa and unscrew the unbelievably long wood screws that were holding this piece of furniture together, but he finally got it apart.
We looked skeptically at one another.
"This is our last shot."
"Yep."
We carted the frame first because it was light and easy to carry. Out the front door around the patio to the side door, and DOWN THE BASEMENT stairs! Yahoo!
"Now we just have to get the sofa part."
"Yep. CCCeeeeeLLLLiiiAAA!"
The three of us, for the fourth time, hauled that (this time a legless - or bottomless to be more accurate) sofa to the bare naked side door. Just behind the side door there is a wooden fence. That fence was not allowing us to push the sofa as far back as we needed to get the sofa in the door.
"We just have like a half an inch to make it fit. Push."
"We have already torn it up enough besides that's way more than a half an inch."
PUSH!
Celia: "Mom, if you get over here and help me push the fence..."
PUSH the fence once... Push the fence while breathing
SUCCESS. The sofa was in the door.
And the moral of this story is ... always measure your sofa.