Ode to a yellow couch (or in other words the overly long post about how I got my yellow couch.)

Skip to end if you just want to see the picture.
It won't hurt my feelings....much.

As I mentioned in my Thankful Thursday post we got a "new to us" yellow couch.

And I love it.

I've loved it ever since I found it on Craigslist for my sister when she moved into her new apartment. When I showed it to her she fell in love with it too. So my good friend and I drove all the way up to South Weber (over an hour away) loaded it up onto my dad's truck and delivered it to my sister.

I was actually very sad to not bring it to my home. It was right after I had painted my living room yellow and I KNEW that it would look right at home in my front room.

We had a perfectly functional and nice blue plaid couch so I didn't feel comfortable asking my husband about getting one like the one we had found for my sister.

But every once in a while I would go onto Craigslist or KSL want ads and type in the search engine "yellow couch". A couple of times ones that were very similar to the one that sat at my sisters house would come up for sale. The same material just a little different style.

I silently coveted those up for sale on those sites. And was envious of those people who bought them. And coveted my sister's couch and was envious whenever I would go to visit.

(Yes I know that covetousness and envy are neither one good things. I never said I was perfect.)

It kind of felt like I was cheating on my perfectly good plaid couch but I couldn't help it.

I was smitten.

Then came the call from my sister. Asking me if I wanted the couch. She was thinking about purchasing a new one with some money that had come her way. I tried to contain my excitement as I told her yes. She told me I would have to wait a bit until the money came through. I was okay with that.

Then a few months later came the crushing news that my sister wouldn't be getting a new couch after all and my dreams of a yellow couch seemed beyond my reach.

I silently cried myself to sleep when I got the news. (not really but doesn't it make the story seem more touching and me more pathetic?) I got up the next day and went on with my life. Trying to make amends with my plaid couch.

I think it somehow knew that my heart was elsewhere. It had started coming apart at the seams and had let itself go. The cushions were dirty and getting more so by the day. I knew that if I put a little bit of time and love into our relationship my plaid couch could be back to looking like new but my heart wasn't in it.

The thing is that I was never planning on getting rid of my plaid couch. I had dreams of moving my comfortable, wonderful plaid couch downstairs to sit along side my other, not so comfy plaid hide-a-bed couch. Sister couches, as it were.

Yes. I practice poly-couch-omy. Deal with it.

AND I was looking to add a third sister couch into the mix. The yellow couch.

Then came the second call from my sister about the couch. This time it was for certain. She had the opportunity to by a microfiber couch and love seat at an awesome price and she wanted to know if I would like to take the yellow couch off of her hands.

YES!!!

It was a bit dirty and needed some washing, I was informed, but it was mine. A week later it was sitting in my living room along with my plaid couch. And there was not room for the both of them. I stuck to my plan of moving the plaid couch downstairs.

I took the time to clean both couches up. I didn't want the plaid one to feel like it was being relegated to a lesser status because really it wasn't. I was THRILLED to have that one downstairs because of the comfy factor and now we had enough seating for all the family when we watched movies.

I lovingly took the covers off the seats of both couches and put them in the washer. I scrubbed them down with Resolve cleaner and Spray and wash. I sewed up where the plaid couch was coming apart at the seams. I scrubbed the cushions on the yellow couch that didn't have slip covers and hung them out to dry on my redneck clothes line. It took me three days to do it but I did it. It was worth every minute.

The yellow couch is mine.Look how it fits so perfectly. The yellows, the blue leaves and piping on the edges match my carpeting and there are little spots of red in there as well that match my curtains. (Ty says that it looks like someone had a nose bleed on it. I disagree.)

Ty was gone for two weeks so I decided to redo our coffee table while he was away. I debated between red and green and I went with Lime curl green as you can see. I LOVE how it turned out.

My house is a riot of color and I love it.

That reminds me. I still need to post pictures of my kitchen...