My husband is one determined man. He fit a 80 3/4″ sofa into the back of our Ford Focus. How?? I’m glad you asked. But first, let me start at the beginning…
Space, glorious space! Our front parlor just screams turn-of-the-century charm and to me, that says, the new digs required a new modern sofa to balance it out. I love all the original warm honey colored woodwork through out our new home and the architectural details that you just cannot find in home built post-World War II. My personal style leans towards the eclectic, so traditional furnishings were just not going to cut it. Living in New Hampshire, options are limited in acquiring non-traditional furniture. And, as much as I wish it wasn’t, money is an object – as is the need for strength against children. So, where does one go when you need to find a sofa that has style, comfort, affordability and durability?
After checking out the local offerings – IKEA-land here we come. Design geniuses extraordinaire, those Swedish designers have the market covered on utilizing small space in a most eye pleasing way, but it is their flat packing that have my most sincere kudos.
Eric and I made the trek through Boston and into Stoughton/Avon to the nearest IKEA. It’s just over an hour away – but it’s a far enough distance that if you get down there and they are out of stock on an item, one can get very irritated. I’ve tried calling and having them hold an item that is in stock until I can get there – but they won’t. You can purchase some items online, but you can’t pick them up in the store. They will ship them to you and, in the case of a sofa, it’s an extra $199. They do have an online inventory check that they say is accurate (because stock moves so quickly, they claim to err on the side of caution on inventory counts). We had been a few weeks prior and found the sofa we liked, but they were ‘temporarily out of stock’. That was OK, because at the time, we weren’t ready to commit. Now we were.
In our case, the online inventory said there were 6 pieces in stock at 5pm. Surely, there wouldn’t be a mad run on sofas between now and the hour and 15 minutes it would take us to get there. We hoped in the car, and drove down. For anyone who have never been to an IKEA, it is a playground of gizmos, gadgets and glorious decor for a person like me. Eric firmly directed me to the sofa section to keep me from straying to a random lamp or pillow case, where we quickly tested the sofa out one more time, jotted down the aisle/bin numbers and went back down to the warehouse to pick up our sofa. We got side tracked in carpeting and lighting, but no more than an extra 15 minutes.
Eric grabbed a flat cart and we were quickly steering that left leaning cart to our new sofa. There, in our aisle, was a lone man, loading a sofa onto his flat cart. That’s OK. There are still four more… three if it’s been busy. But man, that bin looked really, REALLY empty. As we peered in and saw darkness, I felt a flutter of panic. We looked at the man with the sofa and Eric was quickly calculating how much cash the man might would accept to hand over the Karlstad… when the man said “You’re lucky. There’s just one left.”
One? ONE! There in the shadows was the LAST Karlstad sofa. (queue angelic music and heavenly beam of light)
Eric loaded it onto the cart. We checked the stock numbers one last time to make sure we had all the right boxes and headed towards check out – content in the realization we had successfully scored our first sofa chosen together.
No Water Bottle Left Behind
Of course that happy, fuzzy feeling quickly faded as I looked long and hard at the main box of the sofa. How they H-E-Double hockey sticks was this going to fit in car? I have a 2004 Ford Focus Wagon that is a little work horse. The seats fold flat down and it is actually roomier than most mid sized SUVS – but I was definitely getting nervous that perhaps I had over estimated my little wagon this time around.
Hubby said not to worry, it would fit. Cheerily, he folded down the seats, grimaced at the stash of candy corn (remind me to vacuum and de-goo-ify) and various snacks that made their way in to the seat cracks, and loaded the main box.
It was to big. Not to be put off, he moved the front seat up a bit. It almost fit. Since the box was really just one side of the car, he moved the front passenger seat up again. It fit, IT FIT!!!!! But there were still the other boxes of cushions and covers, I told him to leave the case of water out so everything would fit.
“Nonsense.”, says he.
Squish, swish, smush and crunch… (why, oh why didn’t I get picture of this?!?!)
Never mind the fact that Eric had to ride shot gun in the knees-to-nose position, everything made it in the car. And, of course, about a mile into the trek home, those darned water bottles started rubbing together and squeaking the whole trip. It took about five miles for me to stop giggling about the whole adventure.
So there you have it… one part (afore mentioned) determination + one part IKEA flat packing + one part wagon + one part knees to nose sitting position = new sofa at home! Now to find some fun, bold graphic pillows.