There comes a point in every person's life, hopefully, when they go, "Oh, I hate futons," and then they go couch shopping and leave the couch store defeated and baffled, bewildered by the cost of them, unable to imagine paying that amount for anything but a car.

We were in our early 30's by the time our incomes and imaginations could handle the couch bill, and Hallelujah! Even though it was the cheapest one in the place it was the only one we wanted. 

This is Part Two in an effort to catalog how we came to own most of our stuff and how much it cost us. Part One was the porch, which was much cheaper.

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AuthorSarah Reid
CategoriesBungalowed!