This is the new couch!
My husband and I started our married life together with a simple white couch that I inherited from a magazine that closed about a year earlier. Maybe it was cursed from the beginning. Not long after the couch moved in, the cushions shifted and sagged, it collected plenty of dirt and it always looked like the feet might fall off. One day while I was on the phone with my husband I looked over and saw a perfectly drawn blue line of ink on the couch.
“Did you write on the couch?” I blurted out.
“Oh, yeah, sorry about that,” he said.
“Well, you don’t have to vandalize it – you can just tell me if you want a new sofa,” I said.
We had dreamed for months about finding the perfect sofa and I think the ink stain marked the official start of the marathon of searching. Over three weekends we chatted with sales associates in nearly every furniture store in four cities. Now that I write that, it seems a little crazy, but I think that’s how the process probably works for everyone.
We sat on flowery couches, 80s inspired couches, and couches that really had no business being couches. Just when we had almost given up and walked out of the last store for the day, we spotted a neutral sectional right by the front door.
“That’s intriguing,” we said.
We approached it with caution. You never know what we might find wrong with this one.
My husband sat down.
“This is comfortable,” he said, almost shocked.
I took the room measurements out of my purse and wouldn’t you know it, that couch would just fit. It was a petite sectional, with a great subtle pattern that will hopefully hide just enough dog hair to make the house look clean.
After a week of thinking, we decided to go back and tell the couch it could come home with us. We got a great deal too – 33% off the original price. We felt pretty proud of ourselves. We found out the couch would be delivered in seven days and it just wasn’t soon enough.
The night before the delivery, we moved the old couch, swept, vacuumed and polished the floor. I don’t think either of us slept very well (think six-year-olds and Christmas) and in the morning when my husband’s alarm went off he greeted me with, “Happy We’re Getting a Couch Delivered Day!”
During the delivery window of Noon and 3 I watched the front window with anticipation. Finally at 1:30 they arrived and delivered our new couch.
The evening included one of our favorite dinners: barbecue pulled pork, very rich mashed potatoes and corn. And we watched some of our favorite television shows while sitting on different parts of the couch to see which spot was the most comfortable.
We drifted off to sleep quite easily that night, wondering what adventure we will embark on next.