Yesterday I was feeling pretty energetic about changing my living room, so I got rid of my parent's couch that they bought in the 70's when they got married. It was a 65" modular black and white uncomfortable 2-seater that Steve and I have hated since the day we got it. My mom refuses to let us sell it for "nostalgic" reasons. I hate that couch. I hate that you can't lie down completely flat on it. I hate the wood arms that make it impossible to half-lie down.
|The couch in my living room pre-removal.|
We removed the couch last night into storage until my mom and dad come pick it up. It was the one thing left in my living room that wasn't perfect. I had a ballsy idea about recovering it, but nothing can change it's stunted size.
|Steve and Bridge somewhat enjoying the couch. I think Steve just wants a place to snuggle our baby.|
The only problem now is that we don't have a couch. The one I want from Z-gallerie we can't afford quite yet, and I can always get one from Ikea. Do we wait for the nice one or just get the cheap one? Should I try my patience out and get the sofa I want in a few months?
Until I decide, this is my living room. Cozy, isn't it? It actually reminds me of a failed model home.