So....I don't have an actual photo of what our couch looked like when we bought it. It was my first "big girl" purchase about three years ago. A major hearty piece with good bones. As our home evolves, the personalities of our girls infuse the space and I--find myself completely comfortable in the house that funk is building. You see, I started off in thrift stores wearing five different shades of green--and somehow I ended up in Pottery Barn with a diamond ring and an SUV. When we found this house in all of it's quirks I felt something- a kinship with it. I since have been returning-one funky mismatched piece of
fashion and furniture at a time.
BEFORE
TODAY
::smirk::
I wonder how Restoration Hardware would feel about this.
To be honest I feel like it's a bit much. I am not Willie Wonka and the couch I can feel is a bit angry about it's defacement.
Nothing makes sense about it it was a perfectly gorgeous couch, The slipcover didn't survive our third move so, since then it's been in limbo.
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