Going to the Mattresses: Adventures in Bed Buying + Weekly Wrap-Up

My daughter’s shoulder has been giving her a lot of grief. Or rather, she kept complaining about shoulder pain. “This bed,” she would say. “It’s this bed.”

So, finally, after listening to her complain about her bed for almost a year–and more importantly, after she started taking muscle relaxers to deal with the pain in her shoulder–I asked her, “Do you want a new mattress?”

Now, I know a year is a long time to wait to ask that, but part of that is because (1) it seemed to be off and on, especially after she came back from the monastery where she was sleeping on the floor; (2) the mattress isn’t that old–only about three years; (3) everybody else who has slept on the mattress loves it; (4) my daughter is leaving to go back to Florida in a week. I think both of us kept thinking about the mattress problem as temporary, especially with her going back to school. In fact, after my daughter said no to the mattress because she was leaving for school in (then) three weeks, I had to point out that was true but also, she would be back here for breaks and the problem would still exist. She resisted a little while longer, arguing that she was fine as long as she did yoga every day, but, finally, after about three more days or so of trying to thug it out, she finally relented and agreed, so off to the mattress store we went.

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It’s Monday & I bought a couch

Except my couch is actually a loveseat. If you don’t know the difference between a loveseat and a couch, let me just explain to you that I now understand why it’s called a loveseat. Because, see, the loveseat is very intimate. In fact, you basically have to love the person sitting next to you on that thing because there is no space for anything between you except love.

The lump/leg on the right is my daughter.

My daughter has also made it a sport to poke me for no other reason than I am in reach. She, as I was writing this, asked me to come sit next to her so she could mess with me. It’s a lot of fun. (It’s not a lot of fun.)

I bought the couch loveseat without going to see it in person because I trust the brand and knew it would be comfortable. I also took measurements of my old couch so thought I knew exactly what I was getting into. Learn from me, people, because the length of the loveseat is the length of the non-chaise part of my previous couch, but what I didn’t account for nor measure was the size of the cushions.

It’s very plush and cute (I love the color), but those armrests take up way more room than you might think. My friend (who is moving out of the country this week–the tl;dr blog post about that is “I can’t believe she’s leaving me”) stopped by today to drop some stuff off, so got an opportunity to sit on the loveseat and test it out. She did not want to get up because (a) she made the mistake of sitting down but also (b) it is so comfy and cozy. She also said, “Our thighs would definitely be touching if we both sat on that thing.” By the time she’s back stateside (she claims she’ll be back in six months, but I’m not holding my breath), I should have a full-sized couch as well, so I don’t think it will be an issue. But I’m just letting you all know that the love part of the loveseat is accurate.

Anyway, the loveseat is the perfect size for the space, and I am very happy with it–it’s just going to take some time to be so closely seated next to whoever sits on the other side of me, even if it is just my daughter for now.