She came, we cleaned, we conquered!
ThunderBunny showed up around ten this morning and just left a few minutes ago. In between, we attacked my living room, specifically my couch and surrounding area and my coffee table. When she left, we were both able to sit side-by-side on said couch (loveseat, actually), and the big-ass coffee table was cleaned down to bare wood and swapped out with a smaller version (actually a side-table).
The ottoman that matches the loveseat came in a year ago and since I didn't have room for it, I stood it on one end beside the door and used it as a dropping-off spot for things as I entered the house. Now it's horizontal as intended, albeit with a plastic bin of stuff to go through atop it. Shift that, though, and voila, additional seating.
The whole rug that anchors the area is visible; the only thing on it is the coffee table. In the process of unearthing it, we found another dozen cans, a new flashlight, and go-ahead-and-laugh-but-it's-really-not-funny, a chair I'd completely forgotten I had. (It was piled with pillows and a bedspread. Which reminds me, I need to launder bedding to go on the sofa-bed; I can't put my BFF on a bare mattress with just sofa cushions, can I?)
This has substantially lessened my anxiety, and once I've reduced the heap o' stuff on the other chair, I'm going to take a pic to send GK so she can see that it's possible to open the bed. Maybe I'll even unfold the bed to prove it.
Mind you, it's not going to be on the cover of House Beautiful any time soon, but it really is a vast improvement.
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The ottoman that matches the loveseat came in a year ago and since I didn't have room for it, I stood it on one end beside the door and used it as a dropping-off spot for things as I entered the house. Now it's horizontal as intended, albeit with a plastic bin of stuff to go through atop it. Shift that, though, and voila, additional seating.
The whole rug that anchors the area is visible; the only thing on it is the coffee table. In the process of unearthing it, we found another dozen cans, a new flashlight, and go-ahead-and-laugh-but-it's-really-not-funny, a chair I'd completely forgotten I had. (It was piled with pillows and a bedspread. Which reminds me, I need to launder bedding to go on the sofa-bed; I can't put my BFF on a bare mattress with just sofa cushions, can I?)
This has substantially lessened my anxiety, and once I've reduced the heap o' stuff on the other chair, I'm going to take a pic to send GK so she can see that it's possible to open the bed. Maybe I'll even unfold the bed to prove it.
Mind you, it's not going to be on the cover of House Beautiful any time soon, but it really is a vast improvement.
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