MegBurns

Scenes from moving: My stupid couch would. not. fit. in the doorway of our new apartment. We took out the windows, storm windows, doors, and anything else you can think of, but a modern massive couch is no match for doorways built in 1925, when people (and furniture) were wee. (Landlord said “no.” to our idea to do some minor open concept remodeling. bummer.)

I know in this photo my couch looks whack and faded, but trust that in real life this couch is THE BOMB and is so pretty and big and AWESOME that my roomie and I legit contemplated having a funeral for it when we had to subject it to the gamble that is Craigslist.

So, for three days, while we searched till the ends of the internets for the perfect home, it sat on our new porch (gorg, no?) and we played frat house, chillin’ on the couch swiggin Sam Adams while our living room paint dried. Landlord was pleased, for sure, when it found a new home.

Now we have a new designer leather couch that looks fab. But it’s cold, small, and not purple.

Sad.