Last week, after more than a year of thinking it over and looking here and there and perusing many many catalogs, I finally acted on my decision to purchase a new couch, a new coffee table and a new bookshelf. These were to replace a 12-year old couch that was going to cost me upwards of $2,000.00 to have re-covered and re-stuffed; a coffee table I've had for 15 years that's an old door with a metal base created by a friend (the table now resides in my guest room); and the bookshelf I've had since 1987 and while it's in good condition, it's still a bookshelf given to me by an ex-boyfriend, and every time I look at it, I remember painting it green in my friend's driveway (it was gold!) and besides, it's too short and too narrow to accommodate my books. It was time for me to retire these things.
Cheyenne rested on the couch Saturday morning, unaware that I was waiting for her to get up so that I could haul the cushions downstairs to be picked up by the person to whom I gave the couch.
After the old couch was hauled downstairs by the movers, and I vacuumed the crazy amount of dog hair and other stray bits of this and that, that had been residing in the darkness there, the movers brought in the new couch and the new coffee table and I sprinted straight to living room decor nirvana.
The new bookshelf will be delivered mid-January and then this little living room of mine will be complete.
Cheyenne waited until today to acquaint herself with the new furniture. When I returned from church this morning, she'd knocked the pillows to the floor and was happily snoring away. Which makes me think that all I've really done is buy her a new dog bed.