Vintage yuck

Here is the before pic and I will get the after in about 2 weeks. I love this couch and it looks dirtier in the picture than it actually is. It is truly the most comfortable couch in the world to me. My husband's (Honey) parents bought it probably in the 70's and they always rave about how expensive it was. On nights I have consumed too much alcohol or I am sick, this couch helps me sleep because for some reason I can not sleep in my bed. In fact when the couch left last friday, my honey said to me "you can't get drunk because you won't have any place to sleep". Wait.... First of all, I don't drink all the time just at parties but I can't tell you how true that was because I got a little tipsy last night at a party and alcohol always makes for a sleepless night so I usually get up, get on the computer and browse the web for a little while then I'll finally lay back down on my couch and go back to sleep but not last night, I tried going back to bed and never fell back into sleep. It sucked, I was so tired all day.

I have been fretting for years what to do with this couch. I thought about getting a couch cover or maybe having it recovered, I tossed those 2 ideas for quite sometime. Um...and trying to find a couch cover in this town that would fit and that wasn't made of that nasty velour crap is like trying to find a chicken in a pond full of ducks. So finally after getting married I got an image of what I wanted it to look like and it's going to be beautiful and I pray just as comfy.

My designer is totally diggin this vintage fabric. I told her I could see where she was coming from because she needs to be thinking about all that weird taste those crazy people that hire her have. I am so over vintage.

Finally the time arrived last Friday for the couch to be delivered to the designer. I called Honey and said I would take the cushions and he was, of course responsible for getting the rest of the couch there (the heavy part). I started picking at him about how was he going to get that couch down the spiral staircase. I made fun with him about some guys he could ask from our local coffee shop and then forgot all about it. About 30 minutes later I went to pay the woman and proceeded to tell her I had no idea when the rest of the couch would show up and while in mid-sentence, what??? the couch, in all it's bigness, already here? My mind could not grasp the fact that it was sitting there. I threw the check in the air and ran out the door to find out how this was possible and there he stood with a gloating grin that said "that's right, I did it all by myself". He sincerely acted like I shouldn't be surprised either. I did not believe him so I called Debi who lives on the first floor of our home and she saw him carrying it all by himself. And she doesn't lie. DANG! I love that man. He loves to shock me like that every now and then and it so fun!