So.
All of that to say…
One year ago this was my beloved pink couch…
(Which, if you recall, was formerly Dear Abby’s pink couch.)
This pink friend and I have quite a history. (i.e, this. And this. And everything since.)
It’s been here with me through all kinds of life. Lots of laughs, endless snuggles, more heartbreak than I wanted, plenty of unknowns, so many good friends, and day after day of good ol’ ordinary living.
But last fall I started noticing… that movie nights were feeling a lot more crowded. And a lot less comfortable.
I looked around and realized that my sweet pink couch—which used to hold one mom and two young R-kids just fine—was suddenly filled with a whole row of adult-sized people.
All of whom were squirming for more space.
Then I looked around a bit more and noticed that most of the fabulous vintage furniture in my house was sized perfectly for one mom and two young R-kids.
Which would be fine if that was who still lived here.
So that’s where it began.
(That, plus a burning desire to switch things up around here.)
The undoing and redoing is still underway, but the day I’ve been somewhat avoiding has now arrived.
After several months of stalling, I’ve decided: It’s time to pass my pink couch along to someone new.
I know, right?
But never fear.
I have already found a fabulous pink replacement for this beauty that fits perfectly with the new mid-century vibe we’re adopting over here. !!
I will tease you—and leave you—with that thought. Stay tuned.
And if you’re looking for a loyal pink friend of your own, check Craigslist. Or let me know.
xo
But, alas, this couch was not made for men. This fact would be true even if the couch were some color other than pink. It’s just too slim. And short. And adorable.
I mean, it might be made for the kind of men who are stopping by for a short visit and a cup of tea. But it’s not made for the men who are putting their feet up and trying to watch an episode of Jimmy Fallon.
And, so,
