So I’ve been lurking around on my favorite blogs for about six months now and keep thinking – I have wicked cool stuff to share, too! Before and afters, mistakes, cool details, thrifty finds and generally things that make me haaaapppy – so why don’t I blog about it? See if the stuff I share will delight them as much as it delights me.
Well…’cuz it looks like a lot of work and I’d have to come up with snappy fun entries on a DAILY basis. And I just don’t have time for that. And I’m just not that snappy.
But today I found a couch at my favorite Salvation Army store.
Not just a couch, but an ugly couch. A mid-century Danish modern green and orange tweed mess that I fell in love with at first sight. I bought that baby today and dragged it home in my minivan (that goodness for 15 year old sons) and now it is sitting in my unfinished family room and my family is NOT amused. What shall I do with it? It is sooo purteee – any thoughts?
But look at this: she’s ready for her close-up:
And I can’t resist the risque photo:
I laid down on this thing for a full twenty minutes this afternoon and I swear I’ve never laid on anything so comfortable. I made my son lie on it and he leapt off it like it was on fire and stomped off convinced that his poor Mom has lost her mind.
I called my hubby to tell him how wonderful it was, how comfortable, how totally mid-century awesome it was. And it had cute little legs and NO back cushions that the doxie could sit on a squish down (that is another story entirely).
I told him it was “so totally Dick Van Dyke”. What I didn’t tell him was that it was upholstered in green and orange itchy wool tweed.
He came home and saw it and a look came across his face that I’ve seen MANY times before – sort of a “I-just-sucked-on-a-lemon” face mixed with a “I-think-I-just-stepped-in-dog-poop” face. He said on it for a second, tapped the cushions with the palm of his hands, then just got up and walked out of the room. When I caught up with him and asked him what he thought, he said that he thought that whatever I paid for it, I overpaid for it.
So what do I do with it now? I’d love to hear some ideas.
Oh – and did I mention I don’t need a couch? That’s another story, too.