What's worse than the millers are the woman you see dragging out large pieces of furniture and trying to fit them into their cars. I wonder what their spouses think to arrive home to a new piece of furniture. It strikes me as funny because I always see furniture buying as a huge purchase that should be a joint decision with many factors to be discussed. Things like quality, durability, ability to hide everyday dirt and slobbery dogs.
Then the other day happened. I was in milling around looking for scrappy deals when I spied this chair!
I didn't stoop so low as to drag it home. Instead, I came home and dragged Rob back to the store for his take on the chair. What if it was just an "occasional chair"? Really only bought as a thing of beauty. How often will either of us sit in a chair in our bedroom. It isn't like we hang out in there. The dogs would have no need to be up on it either. And so after milling around for a bit, we bought it and Rob dragged it out through the parking lot and fit it neatly into the car. Somehow I feel that I did save face. I didn't look as desperate as those other woman because of making this purchase with Rob by my side. ;) Now when I walk down the hallway to enter our bedroom, I see this....