Saturday, December 8, 2012
Mr. Modtomic Puts His Money (And A Bit Time, Effort, Travel) Where His Mouth Is! Status: Already Gone!
A couple weeks ago, in the Tuscon episode of "Not My Turf" craigslist search, I found a leather sofa being proffered for $120. I made it clear that if it weren't so far away that I'd have happily purchased it. Then via Mr. Modtomic's super smart readership I found out it was from the dreaded IKEA and that it's called the Sater sofa. Well guess what popped up on the StL. craigslist last night!
So yeah, I picked up an IKEA sofa...knowing full well I was buying an IKEA sofa. It's not necessarily
that I dislike IKEA products so much. I've got a number of silver aluminum candle sticks from IKEA
that I picked up secondhand. It's just that I don't want one here. So much of IKEA's business is the
Furniture version of Old Navy. Buy for the season then dump on the thrifts or in the case of large items
such as this, craigslist. Furnishings as throw away fashion. Yikes.
I've seen it so thoroughly on craigslists and thrift in cities such as Chicago and San Fran. / Berkeley. Oh,
you might notice in the second photo below that I've forgotten to place the inner armrest pillows. Sorry
'bout that, I woke up late after a long night and was in a rush to shoot this. I assure you I have the pillows!
Even without the armrest pillows it's a good looking sofa! It was listed as a "leather office style couch".
No mention of IKEA, mid century, modern, contemporary, eames era or anything. Just the brief
description and a phone number. So I called...and it all went down hill from there. I got the address -
in St. Clair Mo. - and for some reason I was thinking that was just on the other side of St. Charles Mo.,
about a 45 minute drive. Only after I had committed to buying the sofa (to myself as much as the seller)
did realize that St. Clair was MUCH farther away than 45 minutes. It was more than an hour -
according to Google Maps. But even that wasn't the worst of the trip. The sellers place was well
(WELL) off the beaten path.
It was in a smattering of nicely built and appointed home surrounding a couple of man made lakes, but
with nothing but crumbling, aged, formerly "paved" tar / gravel roads to drive on. Some of these roads
abruptly turned to straight up gravel lanes without notice. And many of those shown on Google maps
did not, in fact, exist at all. After driving around for 25 minutes trying to find a path to the sellers house
I finally gave up and had to call. She sent her husband out to find me! I followed him back to the house
through the maze of crumbling "streets" and just knew I'd never find my way back out. "Ohhhh" I
thought, "I hope I don't get murdered out here...cuz even if they can track my phone, the authorities
will NEVER BE ABLE TO FIND THE PLACE!".
But alas, I did get the sofa and it just barely fit IN the Focus Wagon (with the hatch shut!) and I had to
drive with my knees all bunched up against the dash and the steering wheel at my chin and my forehead
against the sun visor. It's not a safe way to drive and I'll tell you why: no...not cuz it's really really hard
to get your foot on the break pedal even when it's Not an emergency...no no...it's because you're
accustomed to the various controls being a certain distance from your body and when I reached out to
turn up the radio I bashed my knuckles into the dashbord. "Ouch". But hey, you gotta do what you
gotta do! As you've probably guessed, this will be available as soon as I vacuum out the cracker
crumbs from between the cushions. I may already have a new owner lined up but if not...any close
by looking for a Sater?