I loved the colour (What were the odds I'd find a decent grey couch like I was hoping?), I loved the lines (modern design to boot), I loved the condition it was in (near perfect) and I loved the price. Too bad it didn't love me back. It refused (similar to Dempsy being forced into his dog crate) to go down the hallway to its final forever home. Just outright, stood its ground, refused. There was no way we could even beat it into submission.
So back to searching for a new forever home for this lovely lady (I think of this pretty couch as feminine and my current beige corduroy couch as masculine, is that weird?) and a new shorter couch for my den. I've accomplished part one, Lesley is going to take her off my hands which doesn't make this disappointment as painful. I've recouped my financial losses and every once in a while I'll get to visit with couch again and sit on her! And I might be on to another smaller couch to take up residence in my home soon. But with this new option I'm gonna have to paint her grey, because right now I feel she's more masculine than I'd like for my pretty new den.
This den completion keeps eluding me.