Since we moved in here in July, my living room has been furnished with leftovers from GoodWill, my in-laws' basement, junked furniture from the scrap heap of that apartment building we were living in, really cheap lamps from Target (Target sells some really nice stuff; these were not it) and one fabulous antique. All my former living room furniture was moved into the den, and the living room was left to languish. First, we were just waiting for the finances to stabilize and to get used to the mortgage and the way the bills were timed before we took out a loan. That took long enough that then we were intending to wait until after-Christmas sales.
Then it occurred to us; Black Friday sales.
We didn't get the entire room's worth of furniture. Just some stuff to sit on, some end tables, and a cabinet for the TV, cable box, and related junk. We'll live with that for a while, as I decide what else we need. Then I'll track down and buy the other stuff. At any rate, I'll have non-ugly furniture in a couple weeks.
The real hilarity, now that I've thought about it, are the couch and love seat; they're khaki and olive green. I remember constantly bitching at my mother about her love of olive green as a decorative element when I was younger. So I go to buy a couch, and what color is it? Perhaps my mother was to nice too say "I get olive green so your sloppy kid self doesn't mess it up". Because the Goober was one of the major motivators in the color choices of the upholstered furniture.
Oh - and I'm getting bookshelves! Real ones, that look like furniture. Not particleboard monstrosities that sag in five minutes. Very exciting.
Photos when it gets here, in a couple weeks. Just in time for the holidays. Maybe I can have people over without being embarrassed by how my living room looks like a fraternity house. (My friend pointed out it's NOT like a frat house, because it doesn't smell like pee and beer. But it's not much comfort.)