So, years ago, my parents bought an ugly green striped couch, two actually. You know the ones, from a place that sounds like Lametastic Furniture? Somehow I ended up with the sofa bed couch, and have dragged it around the country with me from house to house. I hate this couch, I thought it was ugly the day it was delivered to my parents house, and familiarity only bred contempt. Why did I keep it all these years? Because it was a sofa bed, and even better; an uncomfortable sofa bed. We where able to accommodate guests but none of them wanted to stay too long because the bed was so uncomfortable. It was perfect! But it was still ugly. So I devised a stylish cunning plan.
The plan was to transform the sofa bed into a sofa ottoman, that would be the size of a single bed, be beautifully upholstered, and be on industrial style wheels. It could function as a single bed if needed. It was going to be awesome. I got to stage 5 on the plan, and man was it cathartic ripping that eyesore of a couch apart. The plan worked very well, but I needed about $1000 worth of supplies to see the project to completion, and that is where it stalled. I didn’t feel we had a spare $1000 and if we ever did experience a small windfall, it went on other things that where more important than that ugly couch. So the ugly, pulled apart couch sat there for a few years and became a weight on my conscience. Every time I looked at it I would think I really must finish that couch, that ugly couch is so ugly, why can’t we have nice things? The one persistent house guest we have found it so uncomfortable she bought her own single bed and installed it over the top of the ugly couch, so it wasn’t even needed anymore. But it still lurked there, under the bed, in all it’s unfinished ugliness.
Eventually, the house kind of flooded a bit from the excessive rain we had from Cyclone Marcia, and the chipboard sides of the couch became so water damaged it couldn’t be fixed. Mr BC hauled it off to the tip. I am relieved it’s gone, but I still feel a sense of regret, and incompletion, and lack of closure. It’s only an ugly old couch, well past it’s prime; but I did not get to tick that box, even after putting up with it hanging around for so long. Also I’m a bit resentful about the single bed because it is absolutely ugly; I think it came from a place called Home Fart.
Should I have just gotten rid of the couch years ago, said enough is enough and cut my losses? Should I have just found $1000 to complete it? Should I just pick my projects and not take on too much? I definitely think it is time to move on. I’ve still got lots of projects to get on with. Do you have a lot of unfinished projects? When do you decide enough is enough? Is it hard to say good bye for you too?