Tonight we got our most recent wedding gift. It was a gift card, so we used it to get a couch cover. See, we love the couch we have, which Brandon's mom so kindly is letting us use. It's extremely comfortable and is made perfectly for tall people, which is great for Brandon yet doesn't hurt short little me. However, we wanted a navy blue couch. So, it was logical to get a couch cover. There's just one thing. Because of the way our couch is made, the one-size-fits-all thing is a load of crap. When we first put it on, we stared in extreme disappointment for a few minutes.
"It's horrible. Maybe it would be okay if we knew how to sew, but it's hopeless." Brandon lamented.
I wasn't as quick to pack the couch cover back up and hunt down the receipt, even if it did resemble a big blue shar-pei.
"But sweeetie... Look how well the color goes with the painting on the wall. Oh, and it looks so good with the beech wood on the tables and shelf. And it won't show stains at all...almost. C'mon. All we need to do is tuck it in like crazy."
"And the wrinkles?" Judging by his tone, he wasn't nearly convinced.
"Err... They'll smooth out eventually I'm sure."
After tucking the thing in for a while and spraying it with water, it's looking normal. I'm happy, and Brandon said we can keep it.