Most of our furniture has been with us since we got married. I call the look "med-school chic", and for the most part I am very happy to repaint, refurbish, restyle, and just live with it. However, when my lovely sister-in-law Lauren informed me that her very stylish sister was selling all her furniture and moving to China (wouldn't that be exciting?), I immediately grabbed the opportunity to update my old living room look with some of her used furniture. ("It's new to us" is my mantra.)
However, when I purchased the items, we were in John's little Sentra and two hours from Roosevelt. Considering we are the only people in the Uintah Basin who do not own an enormous truck, I was afraid we'd have to rent a U-Haul to get my newfound furniture finds to my house. And then I remembered my dad and his trusty pickup, Old Whitey.
I agree. It's awesome.
*The original plan involved my dad and I loading the furniture--I didn't plan to shirk my furniture-lifting duty--but then the schedule changed and it worked out this way. Awesome and easy, but a little guilt-ridden, for me.