By Beauty Damned

Shiit, It Put a Smile On My Face

The new furniture came today. I knew some fiasco would arise, since as far as I can recollect, furniture is never delivered without a hassle of some kind. Today was no exception. The other thing I recollect is that it's always worth it once the stuff is finally in the house and all the problems have been resolved.

And boyyyy, is it worth it. I am in love with having an abundance of unbelievably comfortable living room seating. I watch those home makeover shows sometimes and think, god what it would be like to know that once the camera crews and the annoying host are gone, you get to live there. I feel that way right now. I get to have this. I paid for this and it's mine and no one can take it away from me. Leaving my living room to come into the office and get on the computer was difficult. I could have stayed there on that big spacious leather sofa all night, or even in the big easy chair with my feet up on the ottoman flipping through a magazine. It is a level of comfort I've never experienced since moving to this apartment. I always had my little Ikea loveseat and lots of chairs. Nothing like big sprawling leather plateaus inviting me to kick my feet up and lounge around and be as lazy and comfortable as I want to be. (I can't tell you how uncomfortable it was.)

Last night when we moved the little Ikea loveseat out to the street to be picked up, I went out and sat with it for awhile. I didn't want to hate on it. I didn't want to be mad at it when I said goodbye. So I went out there and sat on it and sipped my beer and enjoyed the cool spring night. The couch was on its side, so I sat on a part of it that I'd never sat on before. The part where your heels normally rest that's not meant to be sat on. It was comfortable. I could swing my legs from there. I patted it kindly and said goodbye and took a walk up the street to find a sign that I'd seen earlier for a flea market that's going on this weekend in my neighborhood. Walking back I stopped to chat with my neighbor who was out walking her dog. She's a nice older lady. We talked about how much we love it here. It was kind of cheesy, but we both looked up at the sky and took a big breath of Brooklyn and agreed that we live on the best block in the best borough. Brooklyn has a bad name for being rough and tumble, like any borough in New York City, but it's really just a big softie.

I looked around at all the pretty houses and the trees blooming so big and fat and happy with all the rain we've been getting and thought, I am really content here.

There's nothing like new furniture and decor to give you a fresh outlook. (Forget Prozac.) I highly recommend it.