Sigh

A couple of weeks back I was thrilled to find a nice set of leather furniture on Craigslist.  Bill, Taylor and I drove across town, in a borrowed truck, to check it out.  It wasn't the large 8-to-9-seater sectional requested by the teens in our household, but it was in great condition, and was a good economical fit.  PLUS, it would help to fill the vast emptiness of our soon-to-be newly finished basement.  We paid our cash, loaded it up, and headed back home, where the furniture has camped out in our garage (in good company, might I add).

(that is not a spot on top of the chair... just camera glare)

 Yesterday evening we were ready to move it in.  Git 'er done.

Bill and Taylor hauled the loveseat, chair and ottoman down the stairs and into the basement.

Then it was time for the sofa.

The legs were removed.

The door to the basement was removed.

The railing was removed.

Assistance was called (thanks, Jeff!).

Door frames were marred.

Walls and ceilings were gouged.
The floor was scratched.

The sofa was dinged.

(FYI - Taylor makes those crazy faces on purpose.  I keep telling him that someday he'll regret that nearly every picture taken of him has a funny expression.  He apparently doesn't agree, and obviously enjoys it -- the stupider, the better.)

It's not going down.  Period.

The consensus:

sell the set,

recover some-if-not-all of our investment

(it's now slightly damaged due to our maneuvering attempts)

and purchase something smaller.

With a lower back,

narrower seating depth,

and removable cushions.

We will now begin the repair phase.  And frolic in the emptiness of the basement.

Sigh.