a bag of legs

No, not chicken legs. And no, nothing morbid. Our two recent furniture purchases (a prep table for the kitchen and a couch) have each included extra legs. In the case of the prep table, I opted to buy the wheels. I don’t know, I just like the concept of furniture with wheels. Maybe it comes from moving so much?

Anyway that left us with four plastic legs. And today when I went to poof up the cushions on the couch after the delivery guys left I noticed another bag of legs. It seems that when they ship the couch they put temporary plastic feet on it. I guess so that the real ones don’t get banged up during delivery.

It wasn’t very hard to put them on. It took B and I about five minutes. Who would have known that the legs could make such an impact on a piece of furniture? They do.

So yes, we finally have a couch! It has been over two years. Sad, but true. Even sadder, this is the first new to us couch we have ever purchased. It happens eventually, I guess.

So now I have eight extra legs, which I suppose I should save for when we do move. It is inevitable. The real question is where to put them so I can find them again?

background noise :: ok apartment, the oranges band