The Man Couch

With a possible repeat of last August's surgery on the horizon, I have been thinking about how to make things comfortable for Kevin during his recovery. When he was so sick last month and we were up several nights, I realized how miserably uncomfortable Orange Velvet (That's our sofa. The name says it all.) truly is.

Orange Velvet is a hand-off from my grandmother. One of our girls discarded it from her college apartment about the same time that Kevin first started working in Ohio. So Orange Velvet came to live here more as a space eater than anything we actually used. It's truly magnificent in its orange-ness. I've actually grown to like the kitschy quality of the thing and it's not too big, sort of sleek in design. The look works.

It is, however, miserable to sit on. Really low and the cushions don't fit on quite right anymore.

So we went sofa shopping with a budget and a look in mind. Having thrown both taste and budget to the wind, the Man Couch moved in this week. Costing twice as much as our initial discussion and being a full 16 inches longer, as well as taller, than Orange Velvet, the thing is massive in our living room. Massively brown. With recliners built in on each end.

It is truly a man's couch.

Kevin loves it.