I really, really want a new sofa. Finding a vintage one has been a high priority but in this economy everybody who would have rather died than bought used is now out there scrounging the thrift shops, too. Just a few years ago we scored a gorgeous vintage sofa for our upstairs studio/media room for a whopping $90. Yes, that figure is right. Nine-zero. It took four of us to wrangle it up the stairs to its new home and it is doubtful we'll get it out of here in the future but it is awesome in it's vintage loveliness, situated in a dog free zone and comfy enough for us both to stretch out and watch a movie.
Our current sofa in the living room has been with me since I bought the house in 2001. Back then, it was a major purchase. I thought it was a classic style and meant to last. Unfortunately, several years of chihuahuas depositing copious amounts of barf and anything they could drag off the dinner table while your back was turned has made it gross. Did I mention the scratched up cushions? I attempted to jazz things up a few years ago with a slip cover. That has seen better days now, too.
I've started to really whine and drool over sofas. When Maggie passed, I thought perhaps we could really agree on getting a new couch. I assured Sweets she was the main barfer in the family. She loved to go outside, eat grass, come back in and yack it back up in the couch. I guess when you are a dog, your entertainment options are so limited, watching humans wave around Febreeze bottles muttering must be a blockbuster.
There have been flirting bounces on the couches at Crate and Barrel. Long lingering glances at Anthropologie. Window shopping at Nieman Marcus. Lots of fantasizing about stretching out with a book on a tufted back sofa in a handsome shade of blue, green or brown. We were getting somewhere. The iron clutch on the purse strings was going slack. We considered giving up the search for an inexpensive vintage number and buying something glorious and new.
And then Quentin barfed on the couch.
Twice in one week.
Can't a girl catch a break around here? Geez Louise!
I'm going to still keep dreaming until I find myself sitting on something sassy.
Like this baby, the Azure from Crate and Barrel. This one, oh wow, it looks so amazingly soft and cozy. Wouldn't I look cute perched on this one's rolled arms? This silver velvet one exuded Hollywood glamour. Turquoise leather is invitingly clubby and possibly barf resistant. Can you deal with the punch this one is packing. The Eugene by Room & Board in understated and reliable looking, just like I'd imagine a fella named Eugene would be. The Clarke is the only one I like with pillows.
Now if I could just find a whole lot of change between the couch cushions to pay for one of these.
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