For quite some time, Mike and I have been complaining about our couch, the one we saved our pennies for and was the first piece of furniture we bought together. We waited for that big Fourth of July sale at Raymour and Flanagans and took our time plopping ourselves down in various fashions on countless couches on the showroom floor. But when our butts hit the seats of this little guy and the price tag matched our budget, no ex- supermodel-turned-furniture-designer-couch could sway us. We loved that little green couch featured in the back there. But after two humid summers in Brooklyn with no central AC, we realized that the green couch was quite warm, to say the least. Sure, it was cozy and felt "slouchy" and was passable while
And then I remember, it's just a couch. That there will be more days of flopping down on showroom furniture, and more laughs over popcorn fights on some torn couch, and better quality furniture we buy together that doesn't make us want to strip naked in the living room just to take a nap. (And for all of you have slept face down on this couch, don't worry. We don't actually take nude naps in the living room.)
Still no word on which couch to keep and in truth I have left the decision up to Mike because I don't want to make it. I could be happy with either and whether I miss the green couch this time around or years later, at least I have this picture of the time we had a living rom with two couches.