Then we bought a house, and decided we should be sophisticated and try to not have anymore very ugly furniture -- only marginally ugly. So we decided to move the Old Couch down into the basement (which is another issue ENTIRELY. Tony wants to turn our small, cold, stony, leaky, smelly, spidery, horror-movie-set of a basement into a guest bedroom/hang out spot, and well have you seen our basement?? No, probably not. I should take a picture to show you except the picture wouldn't turn out because you can't take pictures of ghosts, which is what I'm pretty sure our basement is, primarily.)
Anyway, the conversation went something like this:
Tony: I want to put the couch in the basement.
Tony: Because I could play video games down there!
Me: A demon will possess you if you spend more than 10 minutes down there at a time. Also spiders will bite you.
Tony: You are a weirdo.
Me: Need I remind you how you made me go with you to turn out the basement light after we moved in because you were too scared to go alone?Tony: Help me put the couch in the basement.
Me: It's not going to fit.
Tony: Yes it is.
Tony: It's going to fit.
Tony: I promise it's going to fit.
Tony: ALRIGHT. You win. Help me pull it up.
Me: I can't, I have to document how much this couch was never going to fit in the basement.
Tony: Now it's a fort!
This pen we've never seen before emerged from the depths of the couch after all the severe jostling it went through. We've had the couch for a little over a year and never discovered it before. I wonder what else is hiding in there.
At any rate, we moved in a futon we had from another room and now our living room is looking much better, in my opinion. I told Tony he could put some folding chairs in the basement.
No part of the house is completely put together yet, but I prettied up the living room bookshelves a little.
And here's some paper carnations I made, using muffin liners. Probably the easiest thing in the world, and very pretty.
I love these little adventures so much I could puke.