A New Sofa, Crying in Public, the Magic of a Slipcover & Loving Justin Bieber
I woke up this past weekend hating my sofa. It’s a great sofa, in great shape, and there is no reason I should hate it. I bought it because I loved it, but for some reason I could not stand it this weekend. I felt a need to change up my place and decided the thing that needed to go was the couch.
Sunday was the day I was going to partake in the Canadian custom of shopping on Boxing Day, and go find myself a new couch. Boxing Day is the day after Christmas and in Canada it’s the biggest shopping day of the year. It’s our day after Thanksgiving shopping equivalent.
I got in touch with my inner Canadian and started my search for a new couch. Bad idea. I went to 5 different stores and sat on what feels like a thousand couches. I could not find one I loved. In each store I managed to narrow it down to my two favorites but in the end could not take the plunge.
It became overwhelming. I was simply incapable of making a decision. One store would be understandable, but it happened in every store I went to, and it all came to a grinding halt at Living Spaces. I was being helped by a lovely man we’ll call “Hector”. He really invested time in my couch.
We walked around, sat, reclined, chatted, and were about to close the deal when it happened. I started crying. It had been a trying day, I was tired, my son is away, it’s the holidays, who knows exactly why I started crying, but I did, and in the poor Hector was trapped.
I am crying, over a couch, and Hector is consoling me, letting me know that in the grand scheme of things, a couch is not a big a deal. He went from a furniture salesman to a therapist in about 10 seconds flat. I spent time on a couch, with a stranger, got some therapy, but still no couch.
I am certain I was the topic of conversation at Living Spaces for the rest of the day. They might possibly still be talking about the crazy lady who started crying over a couch, right now. Mock if you must people, but buying a couch is hard and should be done alone!
It’s comical how the most mundane tasks can trigger things. The act of buying a sofa, by myself, was exhausting. I should have taken a girlfriend with me to help out because in the end it was a lonely experience and there was nobody there to help make a decision.
I had Hector of course, but he was just a nice guy, looking to a sale, and every question was answered with “whatever will make you happy”. Under any other circumstances, a great answer, but when buying a sofa, a chick needs direction, not unwavering support.
I thanked Hector for being so lovely and left without a couch. I got in the car, turned on the radio, and there was Justin Bieber. The song was “Pray” and I loved it. I immediately went to iTunes and downloaded the song. It was then that I caught it. Without warning, I got Bieber fever.
He is talented and once he cuts his ridiculous hair he will be cute. I listened to a lot of his songs and this kid can sing. I found myself being proud of him. As a single mom, seeing a young man who is being raised by a single mom, I find I not only like his music, but I’m routing for him.
I felt better after spending time with Justin so I decided to try one more store for a couch. In the end, I got a really great slipcover. Who knew a slipcover was all I needed to love my couch again? It looks great. It’s like a brand new couch, but I can go back whenever I want.
It was a trying day. I missed my kid, was traumatized by shopping, fell in love with Justin Bieber, and found joy in the simplicity of a slipcover. The sun is finally out in Los Angeles, and everything is ok. My son will be home in five days and my living room looks fabulous.
I am going to swing by Living Spaces and drop off a gift to Hector. I will come home, sit on my “new” couch and wonder if my picture is up in the staff lounge with a warning to avoid eye contact with me. Even the worst day comes to an end so just keep the faith.