"single" white female

So in love with mid century modern... *le sigh*

         Oh the joys of not having a car. I bought a very large bureaukast from the secondhand store. I had one week to figure out a way to bring it home. Today was the last day and I didn't want to lose my money so I finally decided to try and wheel it home piece by piece with my little market trolley (max weight capacity 50 lbs)

Yep this is the trolley I was referring to.

Luckily, the store let me borrow their industrial size trolley. (Probably out of pity because they knew my trolley wouldn't make it) So I push the trolley home (in the middle of the street because there is no way I can fit on the sidewalk) cars whizzing past me. Everyone already thinks I am strange, this did not help my image.  Finally home, I had to try to figure out how I was going to get the enormous bureaukast up three (very narrow) flights of stairs to my apartment... First two pieces weren't too bad. The market trolley was actually useful for that part. The last and largest piece... well that is where things got interesting. I tried first, to bring it up on its back. The trolley would have made it and it was stable, but those damn stairs where too narrow.

Used my snow boots to try and give some perspective.

 *Side note here, if you have ever climbed to the top of a cathedral or lighthouse you might have some semblance of an idea to what I mean by a narrow stairway. *

This is looking down from the top floor (our floor) down. The corners are extremely tight and the ceiling doesn't open up until the last ten steps.

Cool! An old periodic table!!!

     So the next best plan was to hope that my husband would come home at lunch and help me. With two people it would be no problem to maneuver it through the Hogwarts-style staircase. My luck being what it typically is, the hubby couldn't take a break to come home. I wanted to just leave it on the trolley and wait for backup. I mean, that seems to be the most logical choice. Then I remembered that the lady at the secondhand store was just starting to warm up to me and bringing the trolley back hours later would not be a step in the right direction. This means I needed super-human-lifting-a-car-off-a-baby-level strength. Hmmm.... COFFEE!!! Okay one cup later and fueled with pure determination I precariously tied the last huge piece on it's most narrow, and most unstable, side and pulled that sucker up those G.D. stairs. I may or may not have thrown out my back, but hey! Who needs a car, a man, or a working elevator to get things done?  After patting my self on my very sore back, I hobbled the trolley back to the store and laid down to ice my back.  Mission accomplished!!!!!!!!!!

And some creepy... I don't know what that is supposed to say, but the person who last studied here didn't seem to like it.

Oh and by the way, I have to give credit where credit is due (even if it is to a fictional tv character). Ron Swanson was right if you scratch up your wooden furniture just rub walnut into the wood to mask the scratches. It really works. The picture from the side of the desk is where I totally scratched it up while desperately trying to get it up the stairs. You can't see a single scratch, even from close up.  I didn't, however, follow the second piece of advice from Ron Swanson. I love my dog and won't get rid of her. Even if she is under 50 pounds and by Ron's description my dog is considered a cat and to him cats are pointless.