Ew, is that your sofa?
I’m turning 29 on Sunday and I suddenly have the urge to be a grownup. No more mismatched furniture. No more stuff laying around. Useless, meaningless stuff that just sits there. Do I really need to keep that box of Victoria’s Secret mints that came out a million years ago just because they’re shaped like little pink lips? Or the Easter basket my mom gave me a few years ago that has a package of rock hard Peeps still nestled into the grass? Doubt it.
Oh, did I mention that I entered the Ugliest Couch Contest on Belfort Furniture? I wouldn’t necessarily call my couch “ugly”, but it’s a hand me down couch from my mom that was purchased at the tail end of the 80’s. It’s been used as a scratching post for at least two cats and is presently being held together by duct tape. Thank God for slipcovers. So, I got an email from the Admin Assitant at Belfort telling me that I was a finalist. If you’re in the D.C. area this weekend and feel like stopping at Belfort, vote for me (Finalist Sofa A)!
