A New Place to Sit

In our house, we have 2 living areas-- the "living room" and the "den"...The living room is the "formal" living area which houses most of the furniture we had in our California living room--a "couch" ( ok, it is a couch, but not a typical couch. It's a West Elm couch that looks cool but is small and uncomfortable) and an entertainment unit. That's all the furniture we could fit in that living room. It was pleasantly small. So we move into our new house that has these two living areas, and we decide we want to put the California furniture in the "living room" (formal) and have the "den" be the room we spend the most time in (TV, big comfy couch, etc...)

The problem was that we didn't have any furniture at all for the den. But we still wanted to spend most of our time in there! So a lot of that time was spent on some big floor cushions we have, and when Daniel felt like dragging in a chair from the living room, one of us sat on a chair and the other one sat on a cushion on the floor (which is HARDwood, by the way).

Enter the day awhile ago when we stumbled into Ashley furniture and stumbled even further onto a great couch we kind of fell in love with...

But you (and my banker dad) will be happy to know that we did not impulse buy the couch that day, even with their 0% financing, no-payments, no-interest blah blah blah stuff they were pulling. We decided we would actually SAVE (what a concept) for the couch and buy it when we had the money! I know you are thinking "how novel. I'm so proud of the Proffitts".

Thank you.

So Friday, the day our money stash equaled the price of the couch, was a glorious day, and Daniel's parents helped us move or new couch into the lonely, furniture-less den.

I so do wish I had a picture to show you, but at this moment I do not. I don't even know if I'll be much of a picture taker when I have kids. Maybe we'll leave that to the grandparents.

But this couch is a soft chocolate brown microsuede, modern and contemporary yet cozy and comfortable. And just fabulous. I don't even know if I care what it looks like, actually. I sink into it, and that's what matters.

It was nice that when my parents came over Sunday night, they had a comfortable place to sit (you should have seen my dad trying to sit on West Elm couch--comfortability was non-existent)

Okay okay. A redeemable quality of West Elm couch is that it does turn into a remarkable twin bed.

Every day since Friday, when Daniel has asked me what I want to do, I usually respond with "Let's sit on the couch!" with a girlish squeal and a big smile. He obliges. He is just as excited about this couch as I am.

Oh and you can forget those "don't eat on the couch" rules you had to follow when you were a kid. There will be much much eating on this couch. We will try to keep our messes to a minimum, of course, but still--there will be eating.

So now I sit here on the couch typing this blog while Daniel folds my laundry. That may seem kind of backwards to some of you out there, but that's what I get for marrying an amazing guy.