It seemed simple enough.
I just needed some outdoor seating for a cute little nook at Ferny Hill Retreat.
Okay, so …
I scour local furniture stores, via the web of course.
I find nothing I like so my search expands to online-only stores and eBay.
I scroll. No, no, no, YES!
Perfect. Two Adirondack chairs and a matching table.
Damn, they’re flat-packed.
But the price is excellent so I make the purchase.
Three days later the boxes arrive.
I chicken out and wait to assemble everything when my brother next visits…
“It shouldn’t take too long,” I say hopefully.
“Ok, ok,” replies my bro, not oozing with enthusiasm.
We open one of the boxes.
OMG! There are 1000’s of bits of wood and screws and nuts and stuff.
It looks like a pile of kindling rather than a chair.
We get to work …
We work some more …
And even more …
3 HOURS later, having slaved together without any arguments (a miracle in itself), my bro and I have a single chair to show for all our effort.
To top it all off, my back is killing me and my bro has stabbed his hand with a screwdriver. UGH!
I sit in it. It creaks.
Then bro suddenly remembers … er … a ‘thing’ he has to do.
He leaves, in a hurry. I don’t blame him.
I look at the chair and the remaining two boxes.
I make a commitment.
By September there will be 2 chairs and a table in the cute little nook at Ferny Hill Retreat.
Yep, September for sure.
I’m just not sure what year!
Feel free to share any of your own flat pack nightmares in the Comments field below.
Was your experience worse than mine?
