Sofa Shopping

We hate shopping.

Both of us.

Which makes the idea of sofa shopping, together and ON a holiday weekend almost unbearable.

It was just time to pull the trigger on this and put a swift death to the Salvation Army couch in the den. I've owned it for 10 yrs and at $300 it was my first independent, large furniture purchase. You might be asking why a Salvation Army couch was $300....because it is/was an Ethan Allen couch! No longer in perfect condition thanks to Phebs using the corners as a scratching post. Reason #4 or #5 the cat had to go.

Back to the post....

So the pain began. In a store, walk around, walk around. Out of store. Next store....thankfully, they are all in a row or across the street from one another over on Barrett Parkway. It kept us from getting into the car and saying 'I quit.' So easy to do after being verbally molested by a dozen salesmen in every store. They were almost leaping from behind furniture screaming '''Ooo oooo pick me, pick me!'' like Donkey.

There were a few guidelines we set for our adventure into Furnitureland.

No one wants to ride 'b****' on a sofa. There will be three cushions or the couch is immediately eliminated.

Oversize furniture is out, we are not giants and neither are the people we know.

Loose back cushions are out. Kids only throw them off the sofa and play trampoline on them, thus wearing them out LONG before they should be.

Deep sofas are a no. I'm not a midget but I'm pretty sure my femur is not 3' long.

Lastly, there will be no tufting that looks like a nipple on the arm, back or seat of the couch.

The good news is, we found a couch and two chairs that meet this crazy criteria.

AND

we got an exercise in marital communication and negotiation at the same time. Thankful to report both parties survived emotionally and physically unscathed until the next challenge.