In the Black
Perhaps it's not fair, but my old futon couch and I had begun a bit of a feud for a while. You couldn't lie on it comfortably without getting sucked into the crack ("Help! The crack is eating me!" was the desparate cry of many an apartment visitor), it never looked very good, and, hm, yeah, just not comfy in general.
Add to all that the fact that it didn't survive the move to Vancouver very well, and about once a month, a new piece would fall off of it. Toward the end it was literally held together with some bungee cables. I've been seriously convinced that each time I sit on it, it'll explode into a mess of boards and futon stuffing and other bits, and I'll go tumbling out the window onto the street below.
So I'd made myself a promise. I caught myself looking in various furniture stores ever since I moved here, and I promised myself that when I got my moving debts paid off, that a new sofa would be a good gift to self.
At any rate, last week the credit card was paid off, and this week, I had a great excuse to go play at IKEA.
The new couch wins the cat seal of approval.
Add to all that the fact that it didn't survive the move to Vancouver very well, and about once a month, a new piece would fall off of it. Toward the end it was literally held together with some bungee cables. I've been seriously convinced that each time I sit on it, it'll explode into a mess of boards and futon stuffing and other bits, and I'll go tumbling out the window onto the street below.
So I'd made myself a promise. I caught myself looking in various furniture stores ever since I moved here, and I promised myself that when I got my moving debts paid off, that a new sofa would be a good gift to self.
At any rate, last week the credit card was paid off, and this week, I had a great excuse to go play at IKEA.
The new couch wins the cat seal of approval.