Friday night I literally couldn’t take our old, beat up, kitten-scratching-post of a sofa for a single second longer. We’re saving up for a new one, but in the meantime I was willing to throw the dang thing out and sit on the floor while we waited, just so I didn’t have to look at the ugly anymore.
“What about a slipcover?” Sean suggested. I squinted at him like he had 5 heads, then got up, grabbed the staple gun and a random piece of grey twill I had around, and got to work. Staples, safety pins, and carpet tacks are holding this together in possibly the most on-the-fly upholstery job of all time (just pretend it’s from Nightwood, right?) but it makes it feel SO much nicer in here and I can hold out a few more months until the leather Chesterfield of my dreams comes my way.
Tiny cat jerks are enjoying their new scratching post.