Have you ever done something so stupid you didn't want to call anyone and tell them you needed help? This weekend while hubby was chasing the invisible deer through the forest (they must be invisible as he didn't bring one home) I decided to move the furniture around to make it more cozy by the fireplace. You may have read my previous post where I discussed the fact hubby thought my cute bench wasn't made for relaxing winter evenings. I decide the love seat in the computer room would make a much nicer seat for fireplace viewing. If it goes in a room it has to come out - right! I even measured all the openings to make sure the love seat would fit through the door the way I planned. I removed all the legs just to be on the safe side. Through the first door no problem. Second door in the hall not quite a good fit. I shoved, I puffed, and said a few not so nice wordds. But it would not budge. It was stuck tight. I finally got up enough courage to call my SIL and asked him if he could stop by and help me a few minutes. He was very gracious and didn't laugh too long or loud. We had to lift it straight up in the air until it touched the ceiling because the door frame was 1 1/2" smaller at the bottom of the door then at the top. Who would of thought?
Here is the poor love seat stuck in the hall tilted on it's side.
This is my door frame after we finally squeezed the love seat through. It will need some serious sanding and painting before hubby comes home. I guess sometimes it doesn't matter how well you plan it just doesn't work.
The love seat looks great in it's new place in front of the fire. Guess I will have to pour hubby a glass of wine and build a fire as soon as he gets home. Maybe he won't notice the door frame.