Ok, big rant ahead. I'm probably going to come across as very selfish and ungrateful, and I really don't care that I do. Just so you're warned.
After my Nana died, all of her furniture and whatnot was to be divided amongst the family members. Me being into all the vintage type of furniture and decor, I leaped on the opportunity to take her loveseat and giant vanity mirror that came with an attached desk looking thing. It just screamed 1970s.
My Nana had Alzheimers, and for the past 10-15 years and until she died, she never went anywhere in her house but her room, her couch, and the bathroom. For years, no one sat on or used that loveseat (it was in the livingroom), and that vanity mirror naturally went unused for longer than that, because it was in a different room.
I assumed that when I got the stuff, it would be a little musty and old smelling, but it was wrong of me to assume that anyone in my family would see to even attempt to clean the stuff or at least make sure it wasn't completely filthy.
They just packed it up and gave it to me. The mirror is covered in more dust than my entire apartment, and I have a bad habbit of not dusting much, so there's a hint of how much dust is on that mirror. I could barely see into it.
That loveseat is filthy. One touch of it and so much dust flies that my allergies flare up. So did my boyfriend's. There is a hide-a-bed in there. I can't even use it until I find the courage to use a vaccuum to suck up all the dust, dirt, and other filth in there. That thing has not been cleaned in YEARS. It's FILTHY.
Part of me right now just wants to call the Hope Gospel Mission tomorrow and have them come take it away, not even giving a shit that it's vintage and probably worth some kind of money, and a family heirloom. The greater part of me right now doesn't care how much it would hurt my family if they found out that I did that.
They didn't even care to TRY to make it somewhat decent. Right now, it's barely over 30 degrees and I have the windows open as I continue to pound on the damn thing trying to get the dust out. I am actually TOO SCARED to vaccuum it. Call me a freak, but I am.
Who the hell does something like this?!
After my Nana died, all of her furniture and whatnot was to be divided amongst the family members. Me being into all the vintage type of furniture and decor, I leaped on the opportunity to take her loveseat and giant vanity mirror that came with an attached desk looking thing. It just screamed 1970s.
My Nana had Alzheimers, and for the past 10-15 years and until she died, she never went anywhere in her house but her room, her couch, and the bathroom. For years, no one sat on or used that loveseat (it was in the livingroom), and that vanity mirror naturally went unused for longer than that, because it was in a different room.
I assumed that when I got the stuff, it would be a little musty and old smelling, but it was wrong of me to assume that anyone in my family would see to even attempt to clean the stuff or at least make sure it wasn't completely filthy.
They just packed it up and gave it to me. The mirror is covered in more dust than my entire apartment, and I have a bad habbit of not dusting much, so there's a hint of how much dust is on that mirror. I could barely see into it.
That loveseat is filthy. One touch of it and so much dust flies that my allergies flare up. So did my boyfriend's. There is a hide-a-bed in there. I can't even use it until I find the courage to use a vaccuum to suck up all the dust, dirt, and other filth in there. That thing has not been cleaned in YEARS. It's FILTHY.
Part of me right now just wants to call the Hope Gospel Mission tomorrow and have them come take it away, not even giving a shit that it's vintage and probably worth some kind of money, and a family heirloom. The greater part of me right now doesn't care how much it would hurt my family if they found out that I did that.
They didn't even care to TRY to make it somewhat decent. Right now, it's barely over 30 degrees and I have the windows open as I continue to pound on the damn thing trying to get the dust out. I am actually TOO SCARED to vaccuum it. Call me a freak, but I am.
Who the hell does something like this?!
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