Craigslist is the greatest thing ever invented. Better than the IPhone. Better than flip-flops. Better than beer. (OK, that is not really true.) It really is the most amazing thing ever though. Por ejemplo:
I have been looking for the perfect couch for ever. I can't even begin to tell you how many hours I have spent looking on Criagslist for the perfect couch (all spent at about 14 seconds per look because that is the kind of time that mamas with young children have). My
Must be green or orange or some freaky-ass wild flower print.
Must be vintage from the 50s or 60s.
Must be smallish to fit in smallish computer/library room. (Oh, so hard to pass on that FREE tangerine orange pleather couch that was 8 ft. long.)
Must be comfortable - not too hard, not too soft, not too bumpy.
Must be in good shape, but not perfect because I like that old look and feel.
Must be relatively inexpensive. My max is $100.
Must be good fabric. No leather, no micro-suede, no twill.
Tall order, y'all. Tall, tall order.
BUT, you should never, ever give up when it comes to shopping on CL. Never. Your dream item will come to you. You must just sit tight and not panic. Panic makes you buy things that are "almost perfect." Almost perfect will f*$k you up every single time. Must. wait.
So, I'm looking and scouring and searching and getting impatient and discouraged when this simple, little ad pops up:
60s green couch / coffee table - $150 (Hyde Park)very well kept couch. no blemishes. full size. $100
coffee table $50
OK, so not much to go on there, right? Hard to see the damn couch because of the table in front of it. At first glance I almost passed it right up because of those pillows on the ends. I thought it had wing-like arms. Nothing wrong with that, just not what I'm looking for. Then I realize that they're just pillows so I look more closely. Then I look even more closely. Hmmm, looks like wooden legs - that's good. Looks like retro/mid-century lines- that's very, very good. Can't tell a damn thing about the color other than it is some kind of green. Have no idea of the dimensions. Have no idea of the condition.
So, I send an email.
Then one more.
Then I get "The Craigslist Panic." IT'S SOLD. SOMEONE ELSE SAW THE POTENTIAL TOO AND THEY ALREADY SNAGGED IT. IT'S MINE! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE MINE, DAMMIT. DAMN. DAMN. I HATE CRAIGSLIST. CRAP DAMN. I SAW THAT AD COME UP, HOW COULD THEY SELL IT TO SOMEONE ELSE? I HATE THEM.
Then I get Jack to send an email.
Then, 2 days go by and I release it with love. Sigh. Actually I release it with &%^$^#@*&$, but you know what I mean.
Then the phone rings and it's David. Dear, dear, sweet apologetic David whose email account got hacked and who was so sorry that it took him so long to get back to me. Dear, dear David who said, "Sure, come on over on Wednesday." (It's Friday at this point.) ARRGGGGGGHHH. But I wait like a good and polite CL shopper because I have a feeling.
Then I get nervous and think I should keep looking because it's probably going to be shite or filthy or cheap-ass or totally ragged in every way. But, I have a feeling.
And, oh yes, my feeling was sooooooo freakin' spot on, my pretties! Voila!!!
Can I get a witness, y'all?
I 'bout fell to my knees in joy and relief. I 'bout embarrassed myself with a display of hysteria heretofore unequaled.
This. Is. My. Perfect. Couch.
LOOK at the limeness of it!
LOOK at the beautiful, sturdy, wooden legs.
LOOK at the freaking CORDUROY of it! Cord-a-damn-roy, y'all!
LOOK at those lines.
My god, I'm weeping just looking at the picture of it.
And I've been looking for a place to put that cuteashell lamp thingee that I got free from my friend Brennan. Just sitting there on her porch because it didn't sell at her yard sale. (whatever, people!) It's all funked up red. It's got a little center tray on it so it's a lamp and a side table. A little table that is just the perfect size for an ashtray, a book, and a gin and tonic. HOO HAWW. (I do not really smoke and I do not like gin and tonic, but can you feel it?) It's so bitchin' in every way and it looks so freakin' fantastic next to that couch.
My new green corduroy couch is the best thing ever and I bow down to it and will cherish it always and forever more.
Thank you, David. Thank you, Brennan. Thank you, Craig. Thank you, Universe.
Now I'm off to find that perfect slatted wood, mid-century coffee table to go with it.