Our nice leather convertible couch in my office (guest bedroom) pretty much sucked, especially if you are more than 5' 10" tall. I know, because sometimes if I have insomnia, I bop on down to the office and sleep there. There's also a big groove down the middle, and being leather, it ain't exactly flexible.
After less than glowing reviews from guests. "Well, it wouldn't hurt my feelings if you got something else," said my uncomplaining brother." "Um.....it was....um.....fine," said my uncomplaining son.
We had a basic futon before, which simply broke from all the moving. So when we found one just like it, I sort of insisted on getting it.
We got it home, and laid the mattress down on the floor, half against the wall. Kind of a couch on the floor.
And, well, I really like it that way. Laying on the mattress on the floor reading my comics and so on.
Linda calls it my hippy pad.
I'm going to keep the futon framework disassembled until I have to.
Far out, man.
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You need a couple of beanbag chairs now.
I really miss my paisley tapestry on the wall.
Oh, and my wicker Elephant table. That table and tapestry made it through most of my moves...
I figure when we retire, some of us old baby boomers will just revert back to hippies.
Only my drugs of choice will be Lipitor and Aleve.
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