Sep 30, 2008
Ten-Word Tuesday.
“Good morning, Bossy,” you may be saying. “And what do we have going on here?”
Well, Bossy will tell you exactly what’s going on here: it’s her living room sofa. Her living room sectional from Crate & Barrel, to be exact. It’s the first real sofa Bossy has ever owned, and it was purchased several years ago after a lot of thought. Let’s put it this way: if Bossy had put that much thought into the selection of a husband, she would right now be married to a microfiber chaise in “pottery”.
Anyway. This sofa. The first problem is a little something Bossy likes to call A Big Something: the family lap pony and her propensity to lie on sofas. All day. So the first thing Bossy did was go to Ikea and buy a cheap throw blanket the same color as her lap pony, and she spread this blanket over her living room sectional until every last inch of the smooth pottery-colored microfiber was covered—which isn’t that big a deal considering the only reason Bossy purchased the sofa was for the pottery color. That and the microfiber.
And the next problem Bossy encountered with her sofa was this:
Because as it turns out, this isn’t a living room sectional at all—it is a tiny ship set sail on a three-hour tour. A three-hour tour with snacks.
But ever so occasionally Bossy is able to remove the Ikea throw blanket from her tiny ship so that she may throw said throw blanket in the washing machine. And on such occasions, Bossy gets to stand back for two and a half seconds in order to admire her sofa, before collapsing the rear cushions onto the horizontal surface so the lap pony is unable to climb up when the throw blanket isn’t there.
And that, dear readers reader, is what is going on in that first photo.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy about a room in your house or a piece of furniture that is not being utilized to its full advantage due to pesky kids, or pets, or mates, or pet mates, or kiddy pesks?
And be sure to check back later today for the most underutilized furniture on the web.
And announcing the winner of the Kimberly Clark/Scott paper giveaway: Katie. Congratulations Katie!
My armoire: barricaded top to prevent feline death from falling.
Chenille sofas. White German shepherd. Black shirts. Abandoned living room.
My entire house isn’t being used to its full advantage.
Schnauzer claimed petite red fainting couch–don’t ask how! Ew!
Brown microfiber Laz-y-Boy sectional is expensive Automatic Cat Hair Remover.
kid + dog = 40-year-old coffee tables and 30-year-old kitchen table
Puppy buries bones between red cushions of my chaise sectional.
unused comfy futon, pissing cats literally, plastic covered with tape.
The Italian leather sofa, which, since the twins were born, is now known as The Pee Couch. so very sad.
Beautiful Pottery Barn leather recliner is black lab’s favorite bed.
Really unfortunate!
Freaking cats perch on NEW sofa back, throws are everywhere!
ok, I got so misty thinking about my (once) pretty sofa that I forgot about the 10 words thing…
Trying again:
Italian leather sofa, twins born, now The Pee Couch. Sob.
thank you for that mini therapy session.
Restoration Hardware dinning room table, way too formal for kids!
Wiener dog uses hand tiled coffee table as jungle gym.
Hallie
Large “snuggler” covered by carcass of two-year-old thesis.
Shut off that stinking Wii and get out of here.
Laundry room. Two flat surfaces. No place to fold anything.
Woe is me, the cat has claimed all horizontal surfaces.
1. beautiful wooden bench w/queen ann legs, fabulous antique needlepoint cover – covered with a lovely beach towel to keep kitty from sharpening her claws
2. precious footstool covered w/antique kilim rug fragment – upside down on floor to keep kitty from sharpening her claws
3. treasured handmade wooden chair with rush seat covered in a lovely tropical print beach towel to “KEEP. KITTY. FROM. SHARPENING. HER. CLAWS.”
Do we need an intervention?
I have not purchased my underutilized leather couch yet. Will.
Anxiety about entertaining trumps beautiful dining room set.
1300 square feet
two labs
lenient husband
whole house underutilized
Entire house and contents devoted to husband’s and dog’s convenience.
Kid’s table, covered with kindergarten drawings, no room for eating.
Rec Room: completely wrecked, no path due to toys.
daughter sleeps on floor, sofa, my bed and not $1200 daybed I bought her because I wanted one when I was a little girl.
The master bedroom. Three-week houseguest. No lovin’. Sigh.
Laundry Chute AKA Kitty Death Trap. Laundry piled outside door.
Second bedroom now known as ‘Kitty’s Room’
My bed pillow hijacked by spoiled miniature schnauzer with attitude.
Antique sofa has crayon on it; sob and moan.
Downstairs playroom. Monsters reside. Scare the youngest kid back upstairs.
Couch, cats, and claws combined with fur lead to slipcovers!
900 sq. foot house means no room for unused furniture!
My furniture has removable clipcovers because my kids are YOUNG
My bed. Tiny spot for me, big spots for thems’s!
Dinette table. Can’t blame pets this time. Too much crap!!
Nothing in this house, including me, is ever properly utilized.
i have a love-seat. it’s covered in clean laundry always.
(i had to hyphen love-seat, so that it could be 10 words, i thought i should specify that the laundry covering the love-seat is clean. dirty laundry on the sofa all the time is yucky)
I won’t buy a new couch because of the kid.
Every damned table we have has become a cat chaise.
Dining Room table-turned-home-office gets little dinner time.
Laudry room – aka everything that comes in the door must reside here for at least 2 months room.
(sorry couldn’t fit into just 10 words)
Roommate uses desk-mat (prongs up) to keep dogs off couch.
Totally empty sideboard in dining room. But it was free!
Toys, toys. . everywhere! Is this my house or the Toys-R-Us?
My lovely lavender office is but a junk dumping ground.
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And as for your sofa: try getting one of those plastic mats with tiny spikes made to go under your desk chair so it will roll on carpet. Put it upside down on the sofa. NO ONE will be able to sit on those spikes, but at least you’ll be able to see the lovely color and clean lines of the sofa through it.
Master bedroom “refuge” has become dumping ground for stashing everything.
Congratulations to Katie
White faux suede couches plus children equals three throw blankets.