I've forewarned you that you're not gonna love my new couch.
Lemme 'splain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up:
Since they don't make a couch that ejects children off of itself when they walk or jump on it, I had to go to plan B.
What does Plan B consist of? I don't expect much, people. I'm not trying to get my family room into a magazine. It's a family room. I already have a room that no one ever goes in. Heck, I already feel like the living room should be covered in clear vinyl to protect it. Maybe the vinyl protectors need a protector. Or we could just brick the room up to protect it and show people pictures.
And that's not how a house full of children's supposed to be.
But back to plan B. Help me focus. I had very, very few criteria:
1. Cushions cannot, canNOT be removed.
If I had a dime for every time I yelled to put the old couch back together, I could totally go buy me and you a hot dog and slurpee.
2. The new couch must be easily washable.
All I want is for the room to feel clean. At least, cleanable. Anyone else hear about microfiber and it's easy-to-clean nature? LIES.
3. Of course, the price was a factor.
So are ya ready for my new-ish family room? Can I emphasize just one more time that this is a FAMILY ROOM? Kids live here? Play here? Eat here even though they've been told 5 million times not to?
Yep. Ya buy a couch where the cushions can't come off, and then you cover it in throwable, tossable, beat each other over the head, pillows.
At least if they bug me, they can mysteriously disappear for a while.
So between the new paint, molding, and the new music library, my downstairs is feeling New! and Different!
Picture of Jeff and I is my final "touch". If you can call anything in this room a "touch".
Yeah, it's of our backs. We think it's our best angle.