Saturday, May 12, 2007


It is true. A picture can say a thousand words. It is slightly odd that a post with only a picture received more comments than when I almost had a nervous breakdown a few months back. But then again, nothing will boost your hits like a disastrous furniture story.

After I took the picture of the chair and posted it two weeks ago, the German decided that HE HAD HAD ENOUGH. We drove to the furniture store with pictures in hand and fully intended to tell them to come pick their stuff up. However, the outsmarted us and pointed out that an upholstering service was coming to fix the love seat on Monday. "They can fix both!" the salesman said with a lopsided grin.

Monday came, but the upholstering service did not. The German called.

"Dude, what's up?"

"Dude, you never called and asked for an appointment confirmation letter."

"Dude, we spoke on the phone, who needs a f***ing letter?"

The German was much more eloquent than that, but you get the idea. On Wednesday, the German LAID DOWN THE LAW. He called both the furniture store and the upholstering service and gave them until 6pm this past Tuesday to fix the situation. He sited parts of the consumer laws that protect us. By some grace of God, the upholstering service actually showed up. And the dude actually knew what he was doing. He fixed the chair. Bam, staple, glue, done. He ordered the parts for the love seat and the dent in the sofa. He will be here in two weeks to make sure everything is okay. The German called the furniture store and actually got them to deduct a few hundred Euros from the price of the furniture. Can it be, Toto? Is there a light to the end of this tunnel?

This week our "decorator" finally decided to release the drapes that he had been holding hostage. Naturally, there was a small problem. They forgot to order the panels for the largest window in the room. He hung up what he had and promised to bring the others in a few weeks.

I must admit, that I did not like the drapes when I first saw them. They seemed old fashioned and a bit too formal. I had the feeling that my living room was turning into a farm house. But they are starting to grow on me. At least they break up the big yellow walls.

As you can see from the pictures, the living room is getting close to being finished. There are curtains and lamps and pictures on the wall. Now the German and I will have our final battle: The "Wandschrank" (Entertainment Center). All of this progress makes me want to have a party.


Dixie said...

Looks like things are finally starting to turn your way. Hope it all gets fixed the way it should be and you'll be very happy with it all.

Carol said...

What a fresh, classy room! It looks fabulous!


Christina said...

The room looks good! Glad the furniture situation is working out. The kitchen place we got our kitchen from tried to pull the old "we didn't confirm the appointment by letter" thing too. My German thinks that they just had someone who said they wanted their kitchen by a certain date or they weren't going to get it, so the company bumped us.

Carrie said...

Well, glad to see there is some positive progression in the furniture wars. I was beginning to think this situation was going to convince you and the German to move back to the States. (I have to admit, I was kind of hoping would be nice to have you a little closer.) I know, I know...we need to come visit. Still haven't taken that honeymoon either.

J said...

I agree, Blogworld can be quite fickle. One can pour their heart out and not receive a comment at all, and that same person can also make a two line post asking if rice or potatoes go better with chicken and get 27 comments in 3 hours.

If you can figure it out, let me know. I sure can't.

Glad to see that progress is being made as far as the furniture goes.

Mike B said...

I need to borrow the German ... the Partnerin laid down the law, and our sofa seems to have taken the even longer way to getting to us.

You know, I think there is only one furniture factory in all of Germany, and they really don't give a damn how long it takes because they don't have to. Explains why Ikea is always full.