It's new and it's here. And you can sit on it.
It's my couch. (Or sofa. Or chesterfield?)
Delivered fresh about an hour ago.
So far, I love it. And I haven't even sat in it at my own house yet. But I still love it. The right colour (too dark? I'm bluffing this confidence.). And it had better be the right size (you see?).
The old orange couch is now in my back room, ready for a new adventure.
The new couch is ready for some contrasting cushions and blanket, a real lamp, a small side table, a chair, my upholstered window seat cushions and some other manner of table across from it. Oh, and shelves in the wall niches. You know, not much. Just, well, everything.
It's all a work in progress. I just happened to find the couch first. (And get buyer's remorse on it first.) Come over and sit on my couch and tell me it's the best couch you've ever seen. Lie to me if you have to.
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