One of the casualties of our move will be our giant leather couch, which was a hand-me-down from my parents. It is bittersweet because it has been in the family for a long time and is the type of couch you can completely sink into and spend hours mindlessly watching terrible reality television. However, it is wearing past the point at which the leather looks better aged and needs to be retired. The silhouette is also a bit heavy for the new space.
|The trusty couch and my completely sane dog.|
|Another view of the couch.|
Stay tuned for a couch hunting post later this week!