Once upon a time, in 2001, four girls went on a search for furniture for their apartment. These girls were starry-eyed and silly. Luckily for all of us, I don’t have a picture from that day. (It was not a pretty time in fashion, guys.) We came upon a yard sale where the folks were selling two sofas. One was a normal upholstered sofa with arms and cushions. The other was a white, vinyl, armless sofa on wheels that was priced at $5. Guess which one we picked.
After college, my dear Mary Beth so generously GAVE me the white sofa to help furnish my apartment in good ol’ Statesville, NC.
And while the wheels are history, I have yet to part with the sofa. What was once a joke has become a beloved part of our family decor.
In our current home, #thewhitesofa is now in its third location … and I think this one’s a winner.
Please keep in mind that all of these pictures were taken with my iPhone, AND I have no clue what I’m doing with photography in general and indoor photography specifically.
Our bedroom is delightfully large, with a lounge area. I have dreams of recovering the white sofa. Not just dreams … I actually have the fabric, the piping, and the pattern all made. But there’s an addition coming to our family soon (please come soon, Balloon!), so I had to accept my humanity and admit that it would be best to make do with the white sofa (repaired for now with white duct tape) and just style that beast to death.
So I took a trip to the Fabricut Outlet in Pryor, OK this summer and bought yardage to recover the sofa (one day) as well as two yards of upholstery weight faux fur. Because OF COURSE, y’all.
I also found this gorgeous remnant of color that I knew needed to become curtains for the random window over the sofa.
The pillow inserts are actually quite vintage. They are squared down from bed pillows hand-stuffed by my grandmother. One of these was the pillow I slept on every night as a girl.
The trouble with an armless (vinyl) sofa is that it’s hard to lounge on. So I knew we needed an ottoman. My favorite furniture source to the rescue … the Midtown Flea Market. What’s the Midtown Flea Market, you ask? Well … it’s a little hard to explain. It’s a store front here in Tulsa filled quite literally floor to ceiling with furniture. Most of it needs minor repair. Some of it needs major repair. (Ask me if I’ve accidentally brought home some major repair furniture before. Oops.) All of it is super affordable. So I popped in, talked to the awesomely prickly lady who owns the Market and bought this ottoman for $10. Just popped some fur on top and AWESOME.
The rest is just rearranged. And the White Sofa lives to see another day. This time as a cozy setting for middle of the night feedings. I know it’s weird to say I’m looking forward to those, but right now I’m just so ready to meet our new person.
We love you, White Sofa.