Remember a few weeks ago when I complained like a big old princess about having to make a choice between two TV stands? White girl problems and such. Well, you’ll be quite relieved to know that not only did I make a decision (the more expensive one that matches my furniture), but I also ordered it, dragged all of its heavy parts up the stairs and put it together.
|please ignore that strange sticky blotch on the left side; I didn’t notice it until after I uploaded the pictures; it’s gone now|
Now your life can go on.
And so can mine.
|Can you see me?|
I like it. It’s clean and simple and now the TV sits higher up so that the foot board of our bed doesn’t obstruct our view any more. Because that’s much more tragic a situation than any human should ever have to endure.
Honestly though, anything is better than our former make shift TV stand. A very old, very beat up nightstand covered with a table cloth. Trust me, it wouldn’t have made the cover of Better Homes and Gardens.
Clearly this is all superfluous detail, but I do find great satisfaction in getting rid of our shabby (NOT shabby chic) junk and replacing it with more grown up things.
Next up: a new laundry hamper. Something stylish (if possible) and not plastic.
Let the shopping/debate/ridiculous over thinking begin!