The couch became a saga. A good saga.
I was reminded that there is good in the world- all through a couch (and chair).
a killer Midcentury Modern couch
Rewind a few weeks ago…. A friend of mine made me aware of a killer Midcentury Modern couch listed on Facebook. I contacted the owner within milliseconds, or so I thought, only to find out I was already second in line to come look at the couch. I made my enthusiasm for the couch known to the owner and he explained that he had to be fair and show it to the person scheduled to come see it before he could entertain selling it to me over the phone (I honestly did not even need to see this couch in person- I wanted it that badly). He told me he would be in touch after the 4p appointment. I awaited the phone call at 5p telling me that the first-in-line person was not interested after all, but that was not how the story went. I missed out and was heartbroken. It really was THAT cool of a couch! I practiced patience and accepted that the couch was maybe just not meant to be mine. I was ok with this (sort of 😉 ) and moved on.
I missed out and was heartbroken.
Fast forward to the present…
I get an imessage from the original owner. He sends me a link to Craigslist and says the same couch has been listed for sale! For real? He really made the effort to loop back around and let me know it was for sale again? Remember, we are strangers to one another. He had sold his couch and was done with it. I was blown away that he took the effort to reach out to me to let me know it was back on the market. I was insanely excited at the prospect of maybe getting this couch after all!
This was our exchange:
I immediately reached out to the new owner and discovered he had increased the price by $450. I bargained with him by saying I’d take the couch off his hands for the original price. Deal. He was thrilled.
My husband and I drove to Detroit to pick it up. It turned out the second owner was also a very kind man. He loved the couch as much as I did, but simply couldn’t make it work in their house (ie. it wouldn’t fit down the basement stairs). He said his wife wanted to keep the matching chair and just sell the couch, but he said, “oh no, they have to stay together”. I told him I respected his integrity, that he very well could have split the set to make his wife happy, but he knew it was the wrong thing to do. A set is a set and the two were better together than separate. They’d made it a few decades together already. The set was in the back of the truck and we were homeward bound. I was giddy.
Karma. That was my take home. Everyone involved did ‘the right thing’. I practiced patience and let it go in my mind. Two men were very kind in their actions. The couch and chair are together and in a very happy Midcentury Modern home. (Well, they are in the garage while we remodel the room that will house them. Stay tuned….)