Two words: furniture shopping.
All I wanted was a fucking king sized bed so I had a decent chance of a restful night’s sleep instead of how it is now. Two humans + two beagles that triple in size after 10 PM does not equal restful sleep.
::insane rant snipped – you are welcome::
I did not want to blow a fortune on furniture. All I wanted was a big bed so I could get some Zzzzs in comfort. Ugh.
So Gene has the following plan. He has given me a budget and has asked me to do one of the following:
1) Do nothing – a queen sized bed isn’t a bad thing, it’s just a tight fit for 4 living beings.
2) Buy the mattress we loved best and a frame for it and two cheapie nightstands. Eventually buy the furniture we love, after Plan B (hohoho – money after a baby??) arrives, after the home equity loan is paid off, after our (my) 401k loan is finito.
3) Go ass-crazy on the stuff we love and just be done with it.
I’m leaning toward #2. My parents have had a king sized bed on a frame at least as long as I’ve known them (;)). And the stupid mattress has some sort of lifetime warranty – the saleswoman assured me that meant OUR lifetime, not the mattress’s.
I rate furniture shopping somewhere between dealing with attorneys and dealing with car salesmen on the PITA scale.
I’d go for the stuff you like. I’ve made the mistake of buying “transitional” furniture before. You just end up with piles of furniture in your storage room/closets/attic that you don’t know what to do with once you finally get the stuff you REALLY wanted. 😉