Imagine coming home to that drunk?
I had a bed made from beer cases, a 4x8 sheet of plywood, and a futon when I first got out of college.
Gotta start somewhere
I made a coffee table from packing boxes, duct taped together. Not so strange for a first apartment, but I kept it for twelve years. It was a great conversation starter.
No, I was not married. Why do you ask?
Within a couple of years I had a fairly complete and nicely furnished one bedroom apartment. The thieves that broke in one weekend while I was away apparently thought so too. They took the usual TV, microwave, stereo (this was the 80s). A Kodak disc camera, remember those?
Hell, at least you had a bed… I just had plywood… uphill, both ways…
There was no better table in college than an empty wooden cable spool. The best one I ever enjoyed was was one wheel of a 5’ wooden spool that was hung by chains from the ceiling.