We had been living on the same red Ikea futons we purchased back in our grad school days in Chicago. I wouldn’t even claim that they were furniture– just some seats that served their purpose but had long ago surpassed their true life span. Change was well overdue.
We had been talking about upgrading to a real couch for a long time but couldn’t commit to any particular style or ticket price.
When the twins came along and we started spending more and more sitting time on those things, we knew we had to take immediate action. We wanted to buy the stylish couches we’d been debating for so long, but it came down to one thing: comfort.
I’m not going to sugar coat it. These couches are ugly. We absolutely chose function over form. But it doesn’t matter. When it’s 2AM and I’m falling asleep holding one of the boys, I can rest my head on the high back of the love seat and recline that sucker for maximum effect.