My parents go “shopping”

possibly, the moments i dread more in family life are coming home and finding a new piece of old furniture and my proud parents beaming next to it. i have come to notice the pride and self-satisfaction steaming from half curved lips and shiny eyes, as i hit my shins into yet another piece of horrendous taste somebody else had the good sense to dispose of, and my parents picked up in one of their “shopping” expeditions.

my personal furnishing taste is doing it as painlessly as possible. i go to the furniture stores, I point, they pack, i swipe the plastic, they deliver.

it was not always so, of course. i made the mistake of telling my parents the “war stories” from when i first had my apartment in the Bronx, a single mattress of a dead aunt, the old leecherous superintendand gave me, one chair and a phone line with voicemail. my former musician friend told me she loved the echo in my apartment. yes for the first nine months the wonderful echo bounced from empty wall to empty wall.

then, a friend gave me some shelves, another some couches after i helped them move, and so on and so on. during the following years, i threw those old soldiers out one by one, as i replaced them with new and shiny and thin looking furniture. yet my mom was appalled when she first visited because i had no curtains. to her horror, she confirmed that the wonderful home furnishing and interior decorating gene had passed me over. so she asked her mother to buy lace thingies, send them over from Albania, and made me curtains.

but i digress. i came home today, to find a weird looking square thing my little cousin was diligently stripping off lacquer.

“bee, meet the new coffee table, coffee table this is bee.”

we hated each-other on sight, but what could i do? the coffee table was smiling smuggly under the hands of my little cousin who hates cleaning his own room, but loves refurbishing found pieces of trash.

i went to my room, only to hit my hip against irons of the “new” vanity, a sleek spider that was adopted while forlornly lying by the sidewalk one year ago. it is not actually bad as such. it is just mysterious and strangely made and it loves getting hit by my shins, hips, toes, and shoulder.

i start to yell once again, but i see how happy they are to contribute to the family life and how much money thinking they saved and i let them be. if Angelina keeps adopting babies, why should my parents not adopt furniture?

meanwhile i am making my peace with the dinner chairs, dinner table, couch, computer desk, coffee table, dinosaur printers and a 486 comp. and dreading the moments my parents come home proud from another “shopping” trip.

14 thoughts on “My parents go “shopping”

  1. i feel your pain, i just got rid of some couches, my dad after 4 years here finally got naturalized and likes space too. I can breathe……… :)… if you don’t like the furniture just move it out when they’re not there, when they come back tell them you forgot the doors open.. theyll be apalled as to why they stole the furniture.. that’ll be a first .. but hey.. theyll get it.. subconxiously.. they won’t buy the damn furniture… go sell it back somewhere. how ‘s that for an idea?

  2. ehh, more trouble than it is worth. i just don’t participate in family decisions any more, but keep onions and salt mixtures ready for thos horrible black and blues i get.

  3. I love passing by your blog and reading your family stories, like this one. I’m sure living with your parents its hard but the way your portray it makes the rest of a smile to our faces. Also, its a reminder to me that if my parents would be here they would be same if not worse:))

  4. we hated each-other on sight, but what could i do? the coffee table was smiling smuggly under the hands of my little cousin who hates cleaning his own room, but loves refurbishing found pieces of trash.
    funny, as always!🙂

  5. Right on, right on….

    One more reason why two different adult generations should not be living together….

    When my parents visited me, their first observations was the abomination of not having curtains…

    What can I say, I am somewhat of an exhibitionist and like to fluff early in the morning for the world to see…😉

    As far as furniture…. my place is P-I-M-P-I-N-G
    the ultimate pad, push buttons, hidden bars appear, lights dim, giant round beds flip from the walls and the ceilings turn into mirrors … giggity / quagmire approved!

  6. Blete, jam krenar per ty!

    Pjesa qe zgjodha kete rradhe:

    ——————
    “bee, meet the new coffee table, coffee table this is bee.”

    we hated each-other on sight, but what could i do? the coffee table was smiling smuggly under the hands of my little cousin who hates cleaning his own room, but loves refurbishing found pieces of trash.

    —————-

    Realizem qe te vret. Fellini do ishte gjithashtu krenar.

    Pergezime!

    Me thuaj, cili brez i shqiptareve clirohet nga mania e gjrave te gjetura & falura ne Bronx;
    i dyti? i treti?…. Une nuk besoj qe ti jeton ne Bronx, so nothing personal here….😉 😀

  7. peach, you cut my heart and da BX comes out.
    nuk e mendoj qe shqiptaret clirohen nga mania e gjerave te gjetura e te falura. edhe une, sado qe jam tip “modern” kaloj ndonjehere rastesisht ne rruge kur vjen dita e mbledhjes se mobiljeve te hedhura.😉
    mendoj se ketu eshte keqardhja per harxhimin e kote te gjerave, pasoje e periudhes se xhaxhit, qe na ben ne shqipove te mos hedhim gje pa u thyer, shpuar, prishur e mbajtur ere. personalisht jam enciklopedi riparimi e riperteritjeje.
    the coffee table is all lacqueered and giddy with the attention. i still do not like it though.

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