I have always loved the look of white sofas, but the thought of actually owning one scared me for many years.
Our house is meant to be lived in, so that means our couch needs to be livable too.
It needs to be up for the occasional Sunday afternoon nap.
Be willing to accommodate pizza and movie night.
Work as an office for me, when writing this blog or shopping online only sounds appealing tucked into the cushions in front of the TV.
It needs to invite Saturday morning coffee and midnight ice cream binges.
It must not be offended by dog slobber or an accidental swipe of a grease-stained hand (I’m afraid that husband of mine also likes to wrench on cars in his spare time).