Greetings, friends!
I write to you from my secondhand brown microfiber sectional, a squishy, stalwart friend of 5 years. The dogs and I have spent countless afternoons in the “man cave” making butt-shaped dents in the couch’s foam cushions. Honestly, I never liked the drab, mushroomy color, but the price suited my wallet and dimensions suited the room. Recently, I proposed we move our other sofa, an overstuffed leather 3 seater from upstairs, down into the “man cave.” But before making the move, we decided we’d replace the upstairs one with something more chic and formal. We started looking, but everything we liked was too expensive or impractical.
Yesterday, Zach called to say he’d found a cool antique couch for $75 at the local thrift store. It was 110” of pink velvet with a dark wooden frame and wrought iron sides. It was stunning. The thrift store guys loaded it into Zach’s truck and minutes later, I met him in the driveway to help him carry it into the house. There was only one pr…