Sofa Love

Okay, I'm going to start off this brand new blog with something utterly mundane and useless to everyone, including myself. I'm going to consider it a post-wedding present to myself.

I love my couch.

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After five years of the same cheap metal futon couch, we finally 'splurged' on a real couch. From Ikea. It's called the Manstad, and Sak now likes to refer to it as his "man stand".
That's sleeping, not standing. But whatever.

Anyway, why I love our couch:

a) It folds out.
I think it's supposed to be a bed, but we use it more for just a bigger couch.

b) It partially folds out.
Foot rest!

c) It has a secret hiding place.


With a BREATHING HOLE!
You know, in case Sak gets stuck or something. And the lady at the store said it was for blanket storage space. PSH. Blankets don't need breathing holes.

Anyway, I also love our couch since it is much more comfy and much less lumpy than the futon was. My brother took the old rat-eaten thing (yes, I did let our old pet rats chew on it) to college this year, and sleeps on it diagonally - the only way a 6' something brother can fit.

But more on the new couch - the partially-sewn black fabric from my failed sushi-roll costume fits over the whole thing for a make-shift cover.
Note to anyone attempting a sushi-roll costume - don't try and use carpet insulating foam just because it's cheaper. *coughs* Not that I would know or anything...but it may be a hazardous to your health.

Do you have a crush on any of your furniture?