ralph kramden crazy
After two years of looking at splotchy blue walls and finding freaky faces that weren't really supposed to be there (because that room was nothing if not a psych experiment gone very, very wrong), I got up the gumption to paint our bedroom last weekend.
Tell me what you see...
Yeah, that's so not condusive to a good night's sleep.
So, it took two gallons of primer and two gallons of paint, and two full days of work (and two disks of Scrubs season one), but it's been rehabbed into a peacefull oasis.
But here's the problem: in almost six years of cohabitation, we've yet to purchase a dresser. It's utterly bizarre. Neither one of us brought a dresser into the union. We've both coped by storing our unmentionables in our bedside tables and hanging everything else, and really, it's a decent system, but we're both pushing 30 now, and it's time to grow up.
Which isn't to say we haven't gone dresser shopping in the past. Au contraire, we totally have. There was one moment in late 2001 where we were thisclose to being certified chest-of-drawers owners before things suddenly went south, and then another moment in 2003 when I was introduced to IKEA in Seattle.
Yeah, IKEA. I found the perfect dresser there: pine, eight drawers and cheap. If I'd had $300 and had we not been en route to the airport, I don't even think I'd be making this post, because we'd have a dresser this very minute. As it was, no dresser, not availible on the website and it has been two years of absolute longing.
However, during the bedroom redo, I mentioned my platonic ideal of dresser to a co-worker and made a passing reference to flying to Phoenix on a cheap Soutwest fare, renting a U-Haul and driving back with my IKEA booty.
He laughed.
Gwyneth, on the other hand, said, "let's do it."
See, this is why she's a bold-faced name.
So I've gone onto the website and found Albuquerque to Phoenix is only $34 one way, which, SCORE! but then add in the cost of the rental, gas and, oh, the dresser, it sort of moves out of the happy realm of the fesible and into the drug-infested neighborhood of reality.
But one never can tell. I've done crazier things.
Tell me what you see...
Yeah, that's so not condusive to a good night's sleep.
So, it took two gallons of primer and two gallons of paint, and two full days of work (and two disks of Scrubs season one), but it's been rehabbed into a peacefull oasis.
But here's the problem: in almost six years of cohabitation, we've yet to purchase a dresser. It's utterly bizarre. Neither one of us brought a dresser into the union. We've both coped by storing our unmentionables in our bedside tables and hanging everything else, and really, it's a decent system, but we're both pushing 30 now, and it's time to grow up.
Which isn't to say we haven't gone dresser shopping in the past. Au contraire, we totally have. There was one moment in late 2001 where we were thisclose to being certified chest-of-drawers owners before things suddenly went south, and then another moment in 2003 when I was introduced to IKEA in Seattle.
Yeah, IKEA. I found the perfect dresser there: pine, eight drawers and cheap. If I'd had $300 and had we not been en route to the airport, I don't even think I'd be making this post, because we'd have a dresser this very minute. As it was, no dresser, not availible on the website and it has been two years of absolute longing.
However, during the bedroom redo, I mentioned my platonic ideal of dresser to a co-worker and made a passing reference to flying to Phoenix on a cheap Soutwest fare, renting a U-Haul and driving back with my IKEA booty.
He laughed.
Gwyneth, on the other hand, said, "let's do it."
See, this is why she's a bold-faced name.
So I've gone onto the website and found Albuquerque to Phoenix is only $34 one way, which, SCORE! but then add in the cost of the rental, gas and, oh, the dresser, it sort of moves out of the happy realm of the fesible and into the drug-infested neighborhood of reality.
But one never can tell. I've done crazier things.
2 Comments:
My mother-in-law, who is one of the most amazing women ever, made it for us last Christmas. I love it. It's so warm and cheeful, just like Pam.
Love the room.
And your roadtrip plan isn't any worse than my thoughts of having you send me money to buy and ship it from here. They do come in those convinient boxes. :p
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