It's green, it's vintage (the boys are sure it came from Almanzo's parlor), it holds all the silly people I love so dearly, and it's a little weathered and worn - fitting in just right with everything else around here. It's so very perfect. I'm happy.
I never thought I'd say this, but...thank goodness Steve saves his gift shopping until the day before, which in this case allowed him to intercept a perfectly timed email (thanks Julie!) alerting me to this couch before I could see it. Which he then arranged the swift purchase and epic pickup of (without a truck, mind you). In a snowstorm. On Solstice Eve.
I think my honey loves me.
No idea what I'm talking about? Read here, here and here for the whole silly-long sofa saga. Whatever will I blog about now that I've got it?
