For the longest time, Tim and didn’t have a couch. Just a Southwestern-style loveseat, passed down to us by my in-laws. It served us well as newlyweds.
We were young and twenty and in-love. In our 324-square-foot apartment. Snug in the snow and sunshine of Flagstaff, Arizona.
Then, we moved to the Valley of the Sun for jobs and grad school. We bought our first house and the love seat came with us (but we covered it with a slipcover). For a little while, it was our only piece of furniture in that brand new house – our house with the immaculate vanilla-colored carpet.
Then, we moved again. Bought another house and a beautiful Italian Leather Couch. We bought leather because we thought it would be easier to clean when we would – eventually – have kids…and because it was beautiful.
We had kids. And discovered that it IS easy to clean. Except for pen ink.
Man, I love that couch. It’s my favorite place to sit in our house, in fact.
* I wrote this post as part of a guided writing exercise, led by Stephanie Precourt of Adventures in Babywearing. Feel free to stop by her blog to read other eloquent, creative, and well-crafted musings about couches (it’s actually quite fascinating).