My Mid-Century Modern Sofa

Last night after a fun-turned-frantic evening out with friends, I plopped myself down on our old, worn sectional in my favorite corner spot with a bowl of pasta and an episode of Frasier. I was in my total comfort zone. But 20 minutes later when I stood up to take my dish to the sink, I felt it. My entire bottom was soaking wet straight through to my skin. The blanket was wet as was the cushion. Not only had I been in my comfort zone, I was also in a giant pool of dog piss.

Traveler Gordon Setter
Was it Traveler?

Wookie dog
Or Wookie?

They haven’t broken their silence yet, but my money is on Traveler. The cushion was way too soaked for it to have happened in the time Jed and I had walked through the door and Wookie had been crated while we were away. Plus, Traveler may seem harmless, but he has a salty streak. And it was right on my spot on the couch. Someone was sending me a message. The message delivered may have been, “I can’t believe you left me for an entire evening, I am so spoiled,” but the message I chose to read was, “This couch has suffered its last trauma. It has lived through nine years of spills, stains and natural disasters. The slip covers can no longer cover. It’s time.”

I didn’t expect to find a replacement right away, but saw this mid-century modern sofa for a steal on Craigslist and had to snap it up before someone else did:

It even folds out into a queen-sized bed (pillows and throw not included). I bought it from an artist and her husband at their studio. Bringing a toddler into a ceramic studio is not something I will be doing again, but we made it out without buying any broken works of art. They had a lot of other amazing mid-century and industrial pieces (just look at that magazine holder next to the sofa!), but I had to stay focused on what we needed. I think it will go well with our Chesterfield–complementary but not matchy-matchy.

Dave is in Reno and I didn’t want to trouble him with a useless argument about whether or not our old sectional still had more life in her. So I waited to call him and surprise him after our “all sales are final” purchase was made. It’s just easier that way for everyone.

When the cat’s away, the mice will buy super cool retro modern furniture.