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, still, 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 thing and have totally fallen in love with it, and it matches the colour scheme or dictates the scheme.
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 when we fell in love with a lounge and dinning room set. We oo’d and aaah’d and after much discussiom 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 in our minds, since visiting the house and signing for it, the house had almost double in size and 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 before throwing them away, I immediately said yes knowing how useful they would be. However, I did not share this story with OH straight away as 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” (delete as appropriate) response. 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 too long, and was given the ultimatum by my father – 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, so sneaking the items into the house unnoticed was not an option. 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 enquired as to the contents of my boot. I have to admit, to begin with I feigned sleep.
Now a small digression, (my blog, my rules) as OH and I are beginning to live together we are turning into each other, the phrases I often say which he hates, he now says (which I only point out and laugh every other time) and I have lost some of my willing to please other people and stand my ground. 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!)