Back in 2012, a bell tolled:  Mike and I were to purchase our first couch together.  Until then, we had new-to-us ones and prior to us meeting, I had one that was given to me by friends of my ?adopted? grandparents Bob and Shirley.

That particular one had rarely been touched and while it was incredibly sturdy and well built, it was not ummm, my particular style.

I proceeded to stitch black faux fur over the body and covered each cushion in a different color fabric, making simple covers much like for pillows.  It was fun.  It was weird.  I?m weird.

That couch lasted me, wow, a while and moved with me four times, receiving new cushion covers in green.  I?ll always appreciate not having to dole out cash for pricey furniture on a theater person?s budget.
Hailey arrived and immediately made great use of it.  A bit later, Mike and I met and Captain Destroyer of All Things (said with love) moved in, bringing his beloved chunk of couch-loving Labrador Samson with him.  Heh.

Heady days, heady days.

Obviously the couch took a beating, therefore died a slow, painful death.  Out to the alley it went one day, a sad day.  I was forlorn.

Following then, as I mentioned, were free couches that also did not survive the fun.

Next stop"  Ikea!

I could do a whole series of Hailey On Things but then I'd be sobbing.
In typical Mike fashion one was chosen rapid-fire, given a quick sit and...