You’d think that I’d have more restraint when it comes to totally redecorating Boyfriend’s condo, seeing as I do not own it and am merely providing the pleasure of my company when it comes to monthly renumeration, but no. Within 6 months of dating I’d talked him into painting his bedroom dark gray, painting the full bathroom blue, and investing in a mattress pad and duvet set. I’m also responsible for every framed piece of art on the walls upstairs (though I was magnanimous enough to let him decide what he wanted). Since moving in I’ve relocated the leather sofa from the living room to the den downstairs, replaced it with my dark gray Karlstad, bought us a new coffee table, swapped out the living room light fixture for a dark gray drum pendant light, changed his dining room entirely using my dad’s old drafting table, and have added and subtracted about a million different tchotchkes and pieces, including a black and white striped rug by the front door that Fitz promptly ate.
But my giving does not stop there.
For the past few weeks I’ve been on a serious rug-kick. Our entire upstairs is open plan, meaning there is virtually no separation between living room and dining room and kitchen. Also, all the walls are tan, but I’ve succeeded in convincing Boyfriend to let me paint the 3 walls in the living room bright white (white!). While the pendant light changed up the room significantly by playing with the height of the whole space (the ceilings are 14′), I’ve been looking for something to really anchor the living room and make it feel like it’s own space. Thus, rug shopping.
It took me two weeks, but I found a contender that met all of our requirements: low pile (because I live with someone who is tactically defensive and the feeling of shag rugs makes his skin crawl), dark (because our black dog sheds like his hair follicles are watching Richard Simmons workout videos), durable (because I’m sorry, have I not introduced you to Fitz, the Supreme Chewer of All The Things?), and was not an inordinate amount of money. There is a good chance that despite our best efforts at dog-parenting, the lunatic will still find a way to chew through the rug, and I didn’t want to give him a $600 chew toy. Also? I love a good bargain hunt.
Enter: this black jute rug. It checked all the boxes on our list and it was only $140 (obviously I had a coupon). For visual reference, here’s a moodboard I threw together:
I mean, voila, right? WRONG.
Because I am an idiot and ordered the wrong size rug by about 3 feet. In my haste to finalize the transaction yesterday, I inadvertently bought an 8′ x 11′, when we needed a 6′ x 9′. And no, the $100 price increase didn’t even clue me in. So when I got a shipping confirmation email last night after work, it dawned on me that maybe 8′ x 11′ was too big. I broke out a tape measurer to double-check and sure enough, unless I was intending to carpet the entire living room and cover our floor vent in the corner, I’d messed up. And it was saying it was non-returnable.
Here’s why I love Overstock, though: not only is shipping on everything $2.95 (assuming they aren’t running one of their frequent free-shipping offers) and everything ships lightening fast (I ordered it yesterday and it will be here tomorrow), but when I called to explain my error the sweet woman on the phone told me that once it arrives all I have to do is call for a return label and they’ll cover the return shipping. Whew. I went ahead and ordered the correct size right after that call, meaning yesterday I spent $400 on rugs. Oy.
Now about that chair and ottoman. No, I don’t own them (yet), but I am seriously talking myself into them. Right now we have a leather chair and ottoman that match the leather sofa we moved to the downstairs den, and there’s nothing wrong with it other than the fact that Fitz’s nails are leaving noticeable scratches, and you sort of slide out of it if you try to recline. Plus, do I need an excuse to bring that sexy chair into my house? No, I didn’t think so.