A week and half ago, I got rid of the old sofa. It was only five years old and the material was pulling off of all the cushion covers (except for the pristine one which I had paid $60 to replace about a year ago). Very annoying! I had been hoping to keep this sofa for a long time.
The new sofa arrived yesterday … and it is awesome. It’s a lot more stylish than the last one (and orange, too!). For some reason, it makes me feel so much more like an adult. Maybe that’s because most of my furniture is a bit ratty and bachelor pad-ish?