Furnishing Issues

With our pending move to the fab new condo in Boston --- we have come to the realization that some of our furniture will not (or should not) follow us from Salem. And, as we will no longer have a second bedroom -- we need to come up with a solution for visitors and the occasional parental unit which might drop by for the night. So we went window shopping for furniture today. We picked out what we are going to purchase. We will wait a bit closer to our close date to actually lay down the funds, but we know what we're going to get.

As a couple you learn a lot about each other when shopping for home furnishings. Despite the fact that we have been together for so many years it never ceases to amaze me how differently Karl and I look at things when it comes to taste. His is just bad and my tastes are fantastic. I keep thinking he will catch up, but he never does! However, he earned gay points tonight for sitting through and actually enjoying my DVD of "Elaine Stritch at the Liberty" --- I just love her. I thought he might enjoy it, but he liked it a lot more than I expected! So I shall forgive and accept his "taste" in chairs and the fact that he still refuses to allow me to frame my Scassi silk scarf of Babs Streisand. Just breaks my heart to think of that beautiful scarf filled with images de Barbra lying all alone in one of my drawers. It should be haning in full glory.

...of course, if it were not for Karl our apartment would probably look like that of a stalker or a rep. cinema. So I guess we balance each other out.

My brother will be moving to Boston very soon. He arrives on the 10th. I was thinking he might want most of the furniture we are not going to keep and offered to put it into storage for him and he could pay me back later for the storage fees til he finds his own place or a roommate situation. He declined except for our futon, but the cost of storing and moving back and forth is not really worth the cost of the futon itself. Oh well. I would have jumped at the chance for free furniture back in the day. ...or maybe I am only thinking from my current perspective. That is probably the case. ...I'm old.