Long, long ago
we purchased a velvet,
striped couch. Our
very.first.couch.
It was approximately
1980-ish and
we had lived in our
house for a couple
of years. {We bought
a piano first, and it was alone in
our living room for quite some time.}
This couch graced our living
room for many a year.
We also bought two of
these hogs to go with it.
{You know you are jealous.}
One of them still resides
in this house. {Hate to admit it,
but it is true...the rocker is very loved.}
This couch has seen
a lot of things
over the years.
It has lived in
two states, had babies
lurping on it, little kids losing
legos in it, teenagers
losing their keys
in it, and probably
every kind of candy has
found its way between
the cushions.
The corduroy couch {as it has
affectionately been named} has
been in Dixon Suite #5
for quite some time and
has had various and sundry
"owners." The poor
thing has been mended by
hand a time or two, but
recently the thread
decided it was tired of holding
things together, and just gave up.
The poor, threadbare fabric
is not far behind.
Personally, I've been ready for
*quite some time*
to show the corduroy
couch the door,
but when suggested,
a barrage of dissent
echoes throughout the house.
One particular girl
wants her shot at having the
corduroy couch in
her room.
So, this week I dutifully
unzipped the cushion covers, removed
the cushions, and put the sewing machine
through her paces and
MENDED
the corduroy couch.
You know, it doesn't look so
bad when it is all
cleaned up!
The big question now is....
Why DID I wait so long????????????
we purchased a velvet,
striped couch. Our
very.first.couch.
It was approximately
1980-ish and
we had lived in our
house for a couple
of years. {We bought
a piano first, and it was alone in
our living room for quite some time.}
This couch graced our living
room for many a year.
We also bought two of
these hogs to go with it.
{You know you are jealous.}
One of them still resides
in this house. {Hate to admit it,
but it is true...the rocker is very loved.}
This couch has seen
a lot of things
over the years.
It has lived in
two states, had babies
lurping on it, little kids losing
legos in it, teenagers
losing their keys
in it, and probably
every kind of candy has
found its way between
the cushions.
The corduroy couch {as it has
affectionately been named} has
been in Dixon Suite #5
for quite some time and
has had various and sundry
"owners." The poor
thing has been mended by
hand a time or two, but
recently the thread
decided it was tired of holding
things together, and just gave up.
The poor, threadbare fabric
is not far behind.
Personally, I've been ready for
*quite some time*
to show the corduroy
couch the door,
but when suggested,
a barrage of dissent
echoes throughout the house.
One particular girl
wants her shot at having the
corduroy couch in
her room.
So, this week I dutifully
unzipped the cushion covers, removed
the cushions, and put the sewing machine
through her paces and
MENDED
the corduroy couch.
You know, it doesn't look so
bad when it is all
cleaned up!
The big question now is....
Why DID I wait so long????????????
