She's a model and in mid-July she'll be spending a week in New York City.
Recently she had an assignment that was close to an IKEA, and having never been to one before I decided to check it out. We are kindasortanotreally in the market for a new sofa/loveseat combo in the Family Room so I made a beeline to this section of the store.
I found a few that I liked and one that I loved. So I made a mental note and decided to go back in the Fall once the the girls are back in school and I have more time to look around.
Well as luck would have it, a couple weeks later I found the same sofa on Craig - brand new, never been used, only $150 and better yet, only one town away.
Of course it didn't take long for this family to break it in that's for sure.
It's totally machine washable, but I love that it looks lived in. That to me is the best part. I don't care who sits on it or jumps on it, who's eating on it or drinking on it, or if they're wearing shoes - that's just not me. I don't want people to walk in my home and feel like they have to take off their shoes. I'd rather they leave feeling as though they were welcome and had a great time.
Yeah, this is nice and pretty.
But this is home.
This is where we live.
Where sippy cups and dinosaurs are on the floor.
And models don't need to wear makeup.
And I don't care if the sofa and loveseat match.
So what does IKEA stand for anyway? Does anybody know? I asked Hubby and he said I Know Everything Already!
Thanks for stopping by and have a fabulicious Fourth!