White Sofa World

We’re on the road to white sectional world.  Right now it’s a white sofa and then in September the other half will be delivered and we will achieve a total living room vibe shift. Bam. Just like that. Oddly, I continue to sit mostly on the extremely old, extremely discolored, extremely cat scratched club chair we rescued from a friend’s donate pile.  I suppose I don’t feel entirely comfortable on the new white sofa.  Not for coffee-drinking and Cleo-patting and sitting cross-legged with potentially dirty feet.

I’ll get there.  It’s not like I’m saving the sofa for special occasions.  It’s in use.  I did tell Ax not to jump on it.  He got to jump on the old sofa. I did tell Cleo not to scratch on it.  She got to scratch the old sofa.  And I’m not drinking coffee or serving coffee to anyone sitting on that sofa.  Not yet.  Maybe not ever.

It is just so damn pretty to look at.  And that makes me happy, as I gaze upon it while sitting in the old chair.

Hmmm.  I’m gonna keep going.

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