The hours of couchtime I’ve logged in recent weeks have reiterated my need for a new couch. Mine is twenty years old and served hard time in the Anderson household for nearly fifteen of those years. It’s giant and sectional and barely curves its way into my living room, blocking both windows.
But the worst part is the deteriorating structure and cushion. While lying on the couch, the wood beams poke through against my back and hips. In one section, the upholstry holding the frame together has disintegrated such that if you sit directly on it, you sink.
Alas. I’ll add it to the “when I have money” list…
Adventures of the Former Elginista 