The latest fixation I've had in my full-on nesting mode is to locate and purchase a rocking chair for the nursery. Some people say it's a gigantic waste of money, others tell me it's a lifesaver and I will often find myself sleeping many a night (I mean, hour or so between feedings) in that chair. I choose to side with those who tell me it's a necessity. I mean, hello. This is an opportunity to buy something after all.
So off we trot to our favorite "hidden" furniture store to buy a massive dresser and massive armoire for our bedroom, that will hopefully fit all of the clothes and miscellany that currently reside in the closet of what is soon to be baby monkey's room. And, of course, we have rocking chair on the list of items to search for and hopefully purchase. I, of course, have already decided that the rockers at Pottery Barn and Land of Nod are "it" for me, but the husband half of this union is not altogether too happy with the respective price tags of said chairs.
Well, we found a chair we loved (and, to the husband's credit, for a lesser price than PBK or Land of Nod). But even better, we found a fabric that was perfect for us. You see, we tend toward very bland (er, neutral), simple pieces of furniture in our home, so one would think that we would be the first people to stand in line for a beige-colored, twill-covered rocker. But, this is not one of those times. The fabric we liked was green (!) with a pattern (!). Alas, the rocker we liked did not come stocked in that fabric. The nice people at our favorite "hidden" furniture store were going to see if it could be done: that rocker in that fabric.
Bless them. They succeeded. And then I got the price... well over $1,000. Gulp. Double gulp. Apparently the fabric we liked was a "premium" fabric, which means "premium" price tag. And the rocker is, therefore, immediately stricken from the list options. "No way, Jose" the husband said. Poor, sad me. I had convinced myself that this was the rocker of my dreams. I imagined myself sitting in it, rocking my newborn to a peaceful night (I mean hour) of sleep.
But I can be quite determined when I want to be, so off I went on a multi-hour, multi-day search into the vast and varied world of the Internet for a rocker in that fabric that would come in on, or under, budget.
Bless the Internet. I found it. Well, not the chair, but a pretty darned comfortable looking chair, and I could order it in the fabric. At no additional fee for "premium" fabric. And at a place that offered free shipping. (And anyone who has shopped online for furniture will tell you, shipping costs are not what one would consider to be cheap.) So I placed my order. I received confirmation of my order. I am told my chair will arrive in "approximately 6-8 weeks" from date of order. That was last Tuesday.
Yesterday (Wednesday. One week and less than one day after placing my order), I receive a phone call from a delivery guy telling me that he's going to be at my house in 20 minutes with my chair. I can not even begin to tell you how excited (and stunned) I was to receive this phone call. I mean, I'm not expecting the thing until mid-May! Not that I'm complaining at the speed or efficiency of the company from which I ordered my chair. No way. Never.
So my chair is perfect, if not ever so slightly on the "minty" green side of things. But it's perfect nontheless. Comfortable, quiet and safely waiting in what will be baby monkey's room in about 13 weeks:
And here is a close-up of the fabric:
So, I am happy once again.
The End.
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