June 23, 2007

home is where the stuff is (even if it’s old and mismatched and you can’t find half of it)

Last night, someone asked me what style our furniture was. “Uh,” I said, “old?”

“And mismatched!” Wade yelled from the other room. “Don’t forget MISMATCHED!”

“Yes!” I said. “Our furniture style is Old and Mismatched.”

I think she was looking for something more like French Country or 60s Modernist or Early Gothic.

Today, someone else asked how moved in we were. “Oh, you know,” I said, “we’re at that point where we’re starting to look for all the things we can’t find. Because we unpacked all the boxes IMMEDIATELY and put everything away, but now we go around saying things like, ‘What happened to the white corkscrew?’ and ‘Have you seen my wedding ring?’ and ‘I could SWEAR we had silver polish.’ You know, that stage of moving in. The Where the Hell is Our Stuff Stage.”

“Oh yes,” she said, “I remember that stage. It’s horrible.”

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8 Responses to “home is where the stuff is (even if it’s old and mismatched and you can’t find half of it)”

  1. That’s my kind of furniture. We had a set that went together, a couch and chair.. and had to move the chair to the family room. It’s kind of embarassing to have it mismatched, but heck, we’re really the only ones who see it anyway.

    Here’s my question… Do you actually have a “bed” or just a mattress in a frame? After 15 years, we still do not have an actual bed.

  2. Lisa - omigosh - i thought it was just my husband… for like 10 years, all we had was a boxspring / mattress on the floor. IT MADE ME NUTS! When we moved here, I insisted on a frame, and 5 years later, a headboard. He is still resentful and would prefer to throw my beloved, beautiful sealy pillowtop bed on the damn floor.

    And Susan, I STILL can’t find stuff. We moved six miles across town, and in those six miles I lost my lovely Ralph Lauren sheet set and my Pfaltzgraff flatware.

    Dang.

  3. I thought your house looked lovely. At least it doesn’t scream “IKEA”. Ours does. We call our furniture by their names. “anna-boda”, “malm” “ivar” “billy”.

  4. Can I come over to play? I’m moving in two weeks.

  5. Cathy, I’m laughing over here because a SURPRISING portion of our furniture is IKEA. And we also used to call it by it’s proper Swedish names! We also used to drive to the Seattle IKEA to eat meatballs, but that’s another story.

    Lisa, we DO have an actual bed, but it was totally a fluke–we found the headboard on a ginormous sale and my husband grudgingly agreed to buy it. But now he hates our mattress so there’s that.

    I think you should ALL move here and come play at my house! Right around 4:00 pm, when cocktail hour starts.

  6. If someone asks what style my furniture is, I’d have to go with “Um…expensive and I hate it. For 2 grand, a couch shouldn’t be ready for the landfill after a year!! Dammit!”.

    We moved three months ago and I’m STILL searching for the “welcome” hanger wreath thingy for the front door and a variety of other crap. I mean, stuff.

    4pm, huh? Shall I bring anything :)

  7. mmm…when we lived five to an 1,100 square foot space, my husband once referred to our style as “early american”. As in “one room shack”.

    Today we have twice the space, but it is best described as first year college dorm. I actually have swatches of paint on the wall as a “beard”. When visitors say, “Oh, I see you’re getting ready to paint,” I just smile and nod.

  8. Gah. I am in that moving stage right now. UGH. (Which is why it has been so long since I’ve checked people’s blogs, ‘natch, since our DSL hasn’t yet been activated)

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