This blog is even boring me. Two posts in three months. And this one features furniture? This, folks, proves that my greatest fear in starting a blog is becoming a reality.
I don't know if it's the hormones or what. But I am a little emotional right now. We have completed due diligence for Project Making Room for Baby and are currently working on the terms of the transaction. Phase 1 involves turning our dining room into an office / den. Phase 2 will be turning our office into our bedroom. Finally, Phase 3 will be turning our former bedroom into a nursery.
Yesterday, I posted our Mission-style dining room table and chairs on craigslist. This set ain't even our style anymo'. That happens. BUT, it was the very first thing Mike and I bought together as a couple. We remember finding it on craigslist, driving to an unfamiliar part of SF to see it, negotiating a steal, and then lugging it up the three flights of stairs to our first apartment on Capra Way.
We had visions of dinner parties. Which happened. But mostly it was the venue for drinking games. It held a buffet of provisions for some excellent parties (Super Bowls, book club, Christmas Eve, Spark fundraiser, etc.) and one time it featured a party fountain that flowed a dangerous concoction in honor of our tax dollars hard at work, err Fleet Week. Mookie, who considers each chair a place to claw / nap and the table a place to receive treats (pain in the ace when one of the aforementioned dinner parties is actually taking place), will most likely miss it the most.
We sold it today, for not much less than we paid for it. It will live with a nice older gentleman and his wife - who just got the dining room she had been dreaming of for years - in the Santa Cruz mountains. But, alas, let our first major purchase as a couple live forever in our bloggity boog.
We had thought acquiring a dining room table was a sign we were growing up. The irony that selling it is actually an indication of the real deal is not lost on me.
