Now that's my mama's style.

Once upon a time, about 4 or so years ago, my 4-year old niece was helping me browse in Marshall's. She pointed to a shirt, told me it was cute, and I asked if she thought her mom, my sister, would like it. "Umm, it's cute, but it's not my mama's style."

Ever since then, anything that I don't quite like "is not my mama's style."

I tell you that to tell you this. For a while I have been ready to get rid of our living room furniture. I'm incredibly grateful to have it, as it was given to us in good condition for the low, low cost of FREE. Me likey the free stuff. However, "it's not my mama's style" and Patrick and I agreed we'd like to eventually have furniture because we like it and not just because it was $0.00.

Well, big news on that front. Hold the phone, hit pause on your walkman (oh, you have a discman? Pardon me!), and listen to this: 

We bought a couch!

Oh, silly you. You thought I was going to say something funny or interesting. Note the first word of my blog's name. Boring, yo.

But still, I'm-a gon' do what I'm-a gon' do. And I'm-a gon' tell ya 'bouts my new chesterfield. My davenport. My sofa. Whatever you wanna call it.

Not too long ago, the furious online marketers behind the website Joss & Main gave each other high-fives and cracked open a cold brew in celebration as yet another curious soul (moi) finally caved to their persistent side-bar ads and wandered over to their website to check it out.

Not too long after that, I began attending Joss & Main Anonymous meetings because I've become addicted to checking it to see what is available for purchase that day. While feeding my addiction one day, I stumbled across a sofa I really liked. One with an attached chaise lounge.

So fancy! A chaise lounge! Say it with a pretentious accent while pretending you're wearing pearls or using a monocle: "Darling, do relax on the chaise for a spell."

And it wasn't heart-stoppingly (that's a word, right?) expensive. It wasn't cheap, no, but it wasn't one of those $2000 deals.

I took a snapshot and emailed it to my beloved to get his opinion. He liked it. I liked it. We were both ready to have some furniture that IS my mama's style, so I pulled the trigger. Yes folks, we've now purchased our second piece of grown-up furniture in less than a year! (And I did promise you I'd let you know if I made any other exciting furniture purchases. Promise: consider yourself kept.)

For Fun (a word I define rather loosely), here's a photo sequence showing you how we got the bad boy set up.

Here she is, so pretty and brown and kind of cardboardy. Just kidding, silly goose! It's inside those boxes. You were really fooled, I bet!

I know you can't tell, but our new kitchen is really pretty big, and the cardboard just about overran the space. Bonus!: You see a glimpse of the beautiful blue walls and cabinets and our rusty but otherwise functional refrigerator.

Someone had to hold the baby while Patrick put the legs on, so reluctantly, I did while he had ALL THE FUN.

Ta-da!

In a nutshell, I feel like a fabulous, glamorous, celebrity furniture buyer... 'cause that's a real thing. That's how happy this couch makes me. And that's a clue as to how old I'm getting. Couches are thrilling and I have to adhere to a strict 2-drink limit. Welcome to adulthood.

Chaise lounges and cardboard to you and yours,
xo