I inhertited the cube thing from a friend who stored some stuff at my home. After me shoving this offensive item around the house for a couple of years, he’s decided he doesn’t need it. I can have it. And by ‘have’ it, I’m taking that to mean ‘have at it’ The cube must die!
It’s cube shaped (you picked up on that), and on rollers - the only good part about it - the rollers. I’m taking those off and then I’m going at it with a hammer, an axe, whatever it takes. One side of its sorry chipboard covered with wood look vinyl is solid. The top has a third of it hinged, so if there’s nothing on top of it you can swing open the hinge and look into a sort of secret chasm which is open at the bottom third for things to fall out. The front and back are open, but divided into two sections, neither big or small enough to hold anything sensible. For some reason it’s a mouse sanctuary. It has to go.
The bookcase thing. It’s solidly built, I’ll give it that. It was originally custom built as a storage for an office. When we moved offices my collegue begged the movers to damage it. I told her I’d take it home, at the time I had very little furniture. Her face darkened. She likes me, she doesn’t want me to have the burden of it. She HATED it. It’s too tall, the cubbyholes are too tall, not wide enough, or spacewastefully too wide. If you put it on its side it’s worse. One section has a thin veneer backing, the rest of it allows things to drop through. It’s brown.
The funny thing is, that colleague died a couple of years ago so I have this ridiculous sentimental attachment to it, to an item she hated, the bookcase thing. Several people have said they’ll take it, but they’ve never been back. It won’t fit in a car, you’d need a pickup to move it.
Anybody else got horrible furniture that just won’t leave?
Uggh! My wife thinks its a good idea to have a fucking “bean-bag chair on steroids” for the kid. Goddamn thing takes up about 40 square feet of much needed floor space.
Then there is the never used kid-sized pool table. Piled high with unfolded laundry (none of it mine, I’ll tell ya!), pillows, 2 year old Christmas presents.
A 1960’s puke-colored couch in the garage.
I will even pay you to take it away.
(Though the chainsaw gunpowder explosive mix scenario sounds more fun!)
Now that is funny! My wife has her bedroom set. I have an old desk that I got from my oldest sister when she went to college. She inherited it from our grandma. I have no other furniture from before my marrage. Then again, I really did not have that much furiture then, nor do I now.
Like kopek, I have access to many acres of mountains, many chainsaws, four axes, five sledge hammers, two pickups, lots of fuel, & some black powder. Horrible furniture can be very entertaining around here.
No, I do not have horrible furniture that will not leave. It all goes away when I am done with it.
Big bulky couch, loveseat and chair. They are oversized by anybody’s standards. The chair has an ottoman that is so big that when you push it up against the chair you can sleep on it.
It’s in my basement rec room. Worked great for when my kids had sleepovers. The set up could easily sleep 5 teenage girls.
Now it it just takes up too much space in a room that isn’t used any more. It would take two strong men to carry out any pieces of the lot.
This’ll be boring by the standards of this thread, but a few years ago, Habitat opened up one of their ReStores locally, and we gave them a whole bunch of furniture we had no further use for.
Got rid of our “entertainment center” bookcases just yesterday. 3 large units, made with real wood (for the most part). But too narrow to hold a decent sized wide screen TV. And they’re tall, deep and heavy. Just taking up too much space.
I got an unfinished low entertainment center. Took a while to get it finished. Looks nice. Dragged the bookcases into the other room. Set up the entertainment stuff. Then set up the wall mounted TV. Wow, it’s almost like we’re living in the 21st Century.
Anyway, took a while for Salvation Army to get to us on their route, but they’re gone. Good riddance.
Just had a one year follow-up with my cardiologist. He complimented me on my shirt (a nice Hawaiian), reminiscing about how he had a very similar shirt that he loved. Then he got married and his wife made him get rid of it.
I pointed out that although my divorce was costly, I can wear whatever the hell I want.
If its good stuff that is one thing; when we had to clean out the MiL’s house there was a lot of great stuff not great enough to be worth the effort to sell but too good for senseless destruction. But there was this bizarre chrome and naugahyde thing that wann’t quite a recliner and not really a couch that just screamed to die. Poverty or trying to rebuild after a fire is traumatic enough without seeing something like that offered to you as a replacement.
Fads. And I have been guilty - just not on furniture. Somewhere in some attic are a couple of my Nehru shirts and a couple big-assed chains that were a must have ----- for about 6 months in the early 60s.
Well, there’s this computer desk that is at least a third larger than it needs to be, probably six feet by three. I’d just toss it out, but it was an expensive Scan-Design piece. Tried Craigslist, but no takers. Ah well, it gives the cat a place to sit in the morning when she’s tired of walking on the keyboard.
Mine is a couple of “recliners” (I use the word loosely, they recline about as well as a standard airline seat) that we got from my grandmother. We actually got them when we were moving into our new house and my aunt was trying to persuade my grandmother to get some of the furniture out of her overcrowded apartment. She couldn’t persuade her to throw out any furniture (heaven forbid!), but she could persuade her to give us these “recliners”. They’re the kind of recliner that doesn’t recline very far, doesn’t rock, and is supposed to look like a wing chair. They’re not nearly as comfortable as a real recliner. I don’t see the point. Our cat does, so they now have some holes in the fabric where she has scratched at them.
