The sofa is now in my apartment. Once the legs were off, it went up the front stairs easily, or at least easily by basement-to-second-floor-sofa-moving-standards. Thanks to Matt for helping me move the sofa; Karen for providing objectivity, encouragement, and mad screwdriving skillz; Madame Bequerel for telling me to quit screwing around and use a drill; and Paulette for rightly reiterating to me that if you are going to start disassembling something don't be halfway about it.
Now, I need to go about reattaching the legs, which will require a trip to a hardware store for which there are also various other items on my list. Before I go, however, let me reaffirm that I am not a person to be trifled with, at least not by any members of the Pottery Barn Grenwich line. You may win some opening battles, but, so long as I have good friends, power tools, and my newly indomitable 'tude, you will lose the war.
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You probably don't know it yet, but you're exhibiting the Cambridge attitude, dude.
Nah, this is the Iowa farmer "git 'er done!" attitude. Did Eldon whine when the tractor broke down? Hell, no! He took the pliers out of his pocket, took the sucker apart and fixed it.
Welcome back to your roots, Jeremy.
~~ Paulette
ah, the culture wars come to JFW. this could get interesting...
Ain't nobody ever accused us of having culture out here in the cornfields!
~~Paulette
Plenty from Iowa in Cambridge -- a real mixing spot. So no wars on the horizon here.
just be careful with the powertools. you can use them to disassemble you as well as they work on anything else.
huh?
AND you asked for help. Very wise.
I had the same sofa problem once. Even after taking off the legs, it would go up neither the front nor the back stairs. Eventually I bought a lot of rope, fashioned a sling around it, went up to the 3rd floor, and hefted it in over the balcony and through the back door. This was a lot harder than it might sound. A bunch of drunk kids sat on the roof of the house across the street and watched the entire thing; they burst into cheers when the sofa finally--FINALLY--disappeared into the building.
Notice a whole lot of people offered suggestions, not knowing how the sofa was put together. They tried to help...
It could have been worse. It could have been your refrigerator. Ever try to saw the legs off those suckers?
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