this is why I can't have nice things
:: stares at the tiny hole in the cushion of the two week old sofa and tries not to cry/throw up. ::
ETA: Please, please, do not try to help. there is no fixing it. I thought of all of the things you are about to suggest already, and none of them will work. I ruined it. It's two weeks old and I ruined it. As usual, I am a total loser who can't even sit on a sofa without forgetting there's a tweezer in my back pocket that will get caught in the fabric when I try to stand up and now there is a hole. It's not on a seam, it's not something that can be patched. I cannot turn the cushion over.
Only I could ruin a several hundred dollar piece of furniture with a $2 makeup accessory.
FUCK.
ETA: Please, please, do not try to help. there is no fixing it. I thought of all of the things you are about to suggest already, and none of them will work. I ruined it. It's two weeks old and I ruined it. As usual, I am a total loser who can't even sit on a sofa without forgetting there's a tweezer in my back pocket that will get caught in the fabric when I try to stand up and now there is a hole. It's not on a seam, it's not something that can be patched. I cannot turn the cushion over.
Only I could ruin a several hundred dollar piece of furniture with a $2 makeup accessory.
FUCK.