When deciding to live together OH and I took the decision that (for the moment) we will beg, borrow and steal (Ok, we don’t actual steal but you know what I mean) most of the furniture we bring into our house. We are yet to decorate and neither of us saw the point in buying something for the sake of buying it, better borrow or do without now and then buy a piece of furniture when we find the right item and both fall completely in love with it and then have that item dictate the feel of the room, rather than letting budget and time constraints be the over-riding factor.
This attitude has saved us a buck or two as we did very nearly spend an extremely large amount of money, in a very expensive furniture store. We fell in love with a lounge and dinning room set. We oo’d and aaah’d but after much discussion decided to be sensible and wait until we had moved in… I may have sulked a little.
In hindsight this was a brilliant idea. As since the last visit we have managed to at least double the size of our house, there is no way the couch would fit into our house never mind all the matching items we had our eyes on! Anyway I digress.. (yes I can sense your surprise!)
So back to the actual story….My dad contacted me the other day to see if we wanted 4 garden chairs that he had. I immediately said yes knowing how useful they would be. However, I didn’t tell OH about the purchase. Every time I look at something for the house I am usually met with a “we have no room”, “where will that live” “what are you going to throw out, before that comes in my house” response (delete as appropriate, and notice the my house not our house…) so I held off telling him until he was in a good mood, or drunk – you have no idea how much I get away with after he has had a glass or two!
Unfortunately I left waiting for the perfect moment a little too long and was finally told come and get them or I will give them to your sister. So as I was going for tea that night I took the brave (or foolish – you decide) decision that I wanted the chairs and it is my house too so I would bring them home with me… I did share my plan with one of my colleagues who brilliantly suggested that I smuggled said chairs into the house without OHs knowledge and then just pulled them out one day in front of guests claiming we had always had them, and berating his memory – I have to admit I was very tempted!
So I turned up at my dads house for tea and loaded my 4 garden chairs into the back of my car….. the only problem was he also had some folding chairs which a friend of his had dropped round which were no longer wanted. They were so light… and small… and ideal… I just couldn’t help but add those additional 4 chairs to the back of my car as well, well they would make the perfect Christmas chairs!! (yes I forward plan)
It was after dark when I returned home with my now 8 chairs and sneaking the items into the house unnoticed was not an option. So instead I came in as if everything was normal and went to bed. The next morning OH flung open the curtains looked out at my back seat and inquired as to the contents of my boot… I have to admit, to begin with I feigned sleep.
Now a small digression, as OH and I are beginning to live together we are turning into each other, phrases I often say which he hates, he now says and in exchange I have lost some of my willing to please other people and will stand my ground and fight more corner a bit more. Back to story….
So when I decided feigning sleep for the rest of my life may not work as a diversion tactic and opened my eyes OH asked me what was in the back of my car. I very helpfully replied “stuff” and ran to hide in the bathroom 🙂 See I am becoming him … the ‘stuff’ response, not the hiding in the bathroom, he doesn’t do that!
When I came out of the bathroom, and finally got the chairs out the car OH admitted that I am a genius (didn’t actually happen) and I was allowed to keep all of my chairs (did actually happen!)