I know Easter bunnies typically bring chocolate bunnies and plastic eggs. My Easter bunny is better.
Okay, actually, my in-laws brought me the sofa and rug on Easter. So, yeah. You wish you had my in-laws.
The background – I had been saving my pennies for a more neutral sectional for our living room since the first of the year. I thought it would be more my style and would also provide more seating for the living room. While the living room is pretty big, only about half of it is actually usable because of the front door and the fireplace and windows. I thought a sectional would get the most bang for my layout bucks.
And due to the fact that I’m insane, it started to take over my thoughts. I was spending quite a bit of time searching and shopping and thinking about it.
I had looked at several furniture stores, even making the trip to West Elm, and I learned that I had pretty expensive taste. Then, like manna from heaven (yes, I just compared a sofa to a biblical reference), my mother-in-law texted me from American and asked if I would be interested in their sofa.
You know, the sofa that is pretty much exactly what I wanted.
Twist. My. Arm.
My in-laws are sort of the most generous people on the planet. Add that with a penchant for buying new furniture and it’s a perfect storm. For their daughter-in-law.
I also stole their rug. And by stole – I mean, did them a favor by taking off their hands. (They had 6 rugs that were sitting in a back room. Total favor.) And, bam. My living room transformed.
In truth, I really liked the red sofa, too. (Which, coincidentally, was also a hand-me-down from my in-laws. Yes. Ridiculously spoiled over here. And no, you cannot have them.) It was very nice and I liked the unique look of the red.
But now? I think the new sofa is better for the room. It’s also ridiculously comfortable, shows less dog hair and fits lots more people than the past setup. The guitar has now moved back to the living room, which complicates things. But, I just threw a pretty table cloth over the electric amp and I sort of don’t hate it.
That’s the new rug, too. Ryan thinks a rug on a rug is crazy. And, it probably is. But I really like how it looks. Now, I’d like to paint the end table and the ceramic stool. Because, obviously, I couldn’t just be happy the way it was. What sort of DIY blogger would I be to just leave things alone?