Have you ever been in love, but you couldn't be with the object of your affection? And every day feels like a week because you are counting down the minutes until you are once again reunited? Well, that's how I feel. About our new couch.
James and I went shopping last night "just to look" at new couches for our living room. I guess I've been "nesting" or whatever--I've been feeling like we need some nicer things in our home (you know, some things that didn't come from a garage sale for five dollars and have gross yellowed cushioning popping out all over the place, yes couches I'm talking about you). So we went to R.C. Willey with the intent of picking out some plush leather couches that would be classy and comfortable. Comfortable over classy, but class was still a goal. But then we saw this sectional, and sitting on it was like all your dreams coming true at the same time. So soft. So big. So dreamy. Here, I'll show you what I mean:
See? See what I mean? Who wouldn't love that? And no, it's not leather . . . but sometimes love doesn't come in the form you're looking for. But when it comes, it's infinitely better. It's microfiber, so it will clean almost as well as leather, and it will be nicer for guests to sleep on I think.
So, now you know the love story, but it's not quite completed yet. We have to wait a few more weeks for our tax rebate to come in so we can go in and pay the rest of the price and take our beautiful couch home. Until then, I will dream . . . and cross days off the calendar.
Try, Try Again: The Couch Saga Continues...
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