So, I have this problem.
Lemme tell you about it. Gosh, you have a great listening ear. 'Preciate ya.
My sectional in my basement? You know, the one we basically took apart and put back together just to get into the basement/dungeon area?
Yeah. This one?
I love it. But that is not the problem.
I mean, I really love it. It's so comfy. It's a dweam within a dweam. Wuv. Twoo wuv.
And let me just reiterate that I don't feel that way about all my sofas.
Now that we've got that straight--
here's my problem. This sofa-- I don't know what it is,
but it is a jumping magnet. MAGNET, I tell you. It is not discriminatory to race, gender, religion, age-- heck, if you are under the age of 12, and you have been in my basement,
I have caught you jumping on my sofa.
I am serious. My kids, the neighborhood kids, your kids-- if they've been in the basement, they have jumped on my sofa like Tom Cruise on Oprah's.
I would not be surprised if I walked downstairs one day to find adults jumping in this sofa.
I would not be surprised if this sofa whispers to people to jump on itself.
What's the dealy-o? I don't even know.
Heck, you can tell a kid not to jump on my beloved sofa, and it always goes like this:
"Hey, don't jump on the couch, kay?"
(pause for 2.5 seconds. starts jumping again.)
There are no exceptions to this rule. NONE.
Can I reiterate that I love this sofa? I don't want it to be like the buttcracking sofa upstairs. I hate you, buttcracking sofa (said in my most sinister voice). I don't want broken springs and misshaped cushions.
STOP JUMPING, PEOPLE! FOR THE LOVE!
I made a sign this week. Hung it up.
(Oh no, don't say it).
I hate making frames. It sucks.
(Ew she said it again.)
I do, though. This is a how-not-to tutorial.
Don't make 'em the redneck way.
I have one small section of garage not painted that I still use for projects. I 'spose that's a little redneck, too.
And just when you thought I couldn't get any more redneck-er, I went ahead and did something like this:
And as my husband would say: "What the H is this S?"
There are no words for that redneck clamp-age. Except to say that my dad helped me rig that up so I only take partial blame.
And that's how you make a frame the redneck way. I hope it was informative.
And the sign?
How effective do I believe this warning/ threat to be?
Eh. Next to nothing. But it's worth a shot.