I just read a story written BY MELANIE SHANKLE and posted in Country Living
Dreams are what gets us through the tough days in life. But, like Melanie, we can dream and then pull our heads out of the clouds and head back to reality. It’s important to dream those dreams, and then it’s even more important to find a flooring product that works for your family and your lifestyle.
I once tried having a beatuiful, fabric cough in my family room. My son was younger t the time and he put ketchup on everything. We had stains all over that couch within weeks. My husband said enough, and sent me out to purchase ketchup colored couches. And that’s what I did. I bought red leather couches. The ketchup mearly enhanced the deep red color, and the leather was eay to hose down whenver there we spills.
Anyway, I posted an exceprt from the White Couch story here for all of us who dreamed and dream that just didn’t work out in reality:
“…The day the white couch was delivered was perhaps second only to the day my daughter was born on the scale of best days ever. My living room looked like it was ripped straight from the pins of Pinterest. (If it weren’t for Pinterest, none of us would know that there is actually a decorating style called “Vintage Industrial Train Station,” so basically Pinterest was created for the purpose of making women everywhere feel like we aren’t living up to our potential.) And for that one glorious day—let’s be honest, it was more like two hours—I defied every teacher I’d had throughout school who wrote, “Does not work to full potential” on my report cards because I was—as Whitney Houston sang—EVERY WOMAN. It was all in me.
I strategically placed my multi-colored throw pillows on that white couch and then took a slew of pictures to post on my blog, Instagram, and Pinterest, because if an awesome white couch falls in the forest and no one is there to see it, does it really exist?
Then life happened. My husband Perry came home from a long day of landscaping work and innocently sat on the couch to try it out, leaving behind a bottom imprint made of dust and grime. “OH NO! THE COUCH!” I cried as I wiped my hand across the cushion furiously, trying to erase the dirty mark. Perry glanced at me with a look of pity as he remarked, “Well, this couch is going to work out beautifully. Totally worth the money because who needs a couch you can actually sit on? That’s for regular people.”
All those white couch evangelists are either gluttons for punishment or in much better physical shape than I am.
I realized I’d made a tactical wife error so I immediately switched into a more laid-back mode. “Well, the beauty of this is it’s all slipcovered! It’s a wash-and-wear couch! It doesn’t matter if it gets dirty because I’ll just wash it with bleach and it will be brand-new again! This is the best money we’ve ever spent! I promise! It’s all fine! Everything is fine!” A week later, I had some girlfriends over for a wine night, and one of them accidentally spilled almost an entire glass of Cabernet on the center cushion. I played the role of gracious hostess as I explained, “It’s no big deal because BLEACH!”
The next morning, I stripped all the slipcovers off, washed and bleached them for the first time, threw them in the dryer and then began putting them all back on the cushions. That’s when I discovered all those white couch evangelists are either gluttons for punishment or in much better physical shape than I am because people have finished triathlons with less sweat and exertion than it took me to get those slipcovers back on the cushions. There was profanity involved. I tore my clothes and covered myself in sackcloth and ashes when it was all over. What fresh hell hath Pinterest and my pride wrought?
I couldn’t admit to Perry that I’d made a costly, tactical error. Even as he occasionally declared, “Babe, we aren’t white couch people,” I insisted we were. We are clean. We shower. And look how good that couch looks for all of thirty-eight seconds once every three months when I muster the inner fortitude to wash, dry, and repeat.
Then we brought home two new puppies, Piper and Mabel, who developed a penchant for flying through our back door and making a running leap onto the white couch, muddy paw prints be hanged. This was the final straw that proved to be the tipping point of my delicate grasp on sanity, which resulted in a tearful confession to Perry: “I can’t do this. I cannot live like this. BABE, WE ARE NOT WHITE COUCH PEOPLE! EVERYBODY BE SO TIRED OF THIS WHITE COUCH!”
He hugged me, and I’m sure there were all manner of “I told you so” comments raging inside his head, but he is a smart man and just said, “Why don’t we look into getting a new couch?” And with that, I ordered a new brown leather couch so fast it would make your head spin. Brown. I wanted all brown. I am a brown-couch-that-can-be-wiped-clean-with-some-leather-cleaner kind of person. It’s not nearly as Pinterest-worthy but it helped me quit walking around like a woman in need of a lot of medication, although I continued to be a little disappointed that I wasn’t up to the white couch challenge. Maybe those teachers were right after all, and I’m not living up to my potential.”
Remember, it’s important to dream and aspire to things, but it’s also important to spend wisely on flooring that fits your home and your lifestyle.
Jerry Smith Flooring Staff