Compromise is a {Halfway} Decent Thing

The story of the purple couch will live on in Roos Folklore for generations to come. It is similar to the infamous lamp in "A Christmas Story."

We got this ugly purple couch at a yard sale in Maine years back. It served its purpose, but was the first thing I wanted to get rid of when we were moving. A lady said she wanted the couch, and went home to get a bigger vehicle to transport it. Well, while she was gone, it was mysteriously placed in the back of the moving truck, blockaded by furniture and boxes, making it impossible to get out. {Did I mention that Darren loves this heap of nastiness? He says it's SO comfortable, and falls asleep on it nearly every night.}

When we moved into our brand new house, I knew that the couch HAD to go. One of the original cigarette burns in it ripped open, and I knew the end was coming soon. Darren insisted that I "just sew it up." When I refused, he did it himself! He got out my sewing kit and Dr. Frankenstein stitched it.

Ugh. We were having a Youth Fireside here on Sunday, and I was freaking out that anyone would have to sit on our ultra ghetto couch {which has swallowed countless remotes, trapped a lizard, and might have enough loose change in it to fund a 3rd world country child's education}. I was wicked sick with bronchitis & a sinus infection, but ran all over town to find a slipcover for it. Here it is. It'll have to do until my husband can give it up for some stiff, sleek, beautiful leather couches.