Makeover stories are the best.  I love to stare at the before just itching to see the after while wondering what expert is going to turn this crap into gold.  I am not picky either.  I love a beauty makeover and the hope it instills in all of us, an organizational makeover of any room in the home really gets me excited and I firmly believe if you aren’t hooked to HGTV makeovers you aren’t really living.  They have me rewinding (or whatever the hip Tivo word for rewind might be) and constantly asking Scott how we can weasel our way onto any show on that channel.  This is so not what this post is about, but I am consumed with the fact that I’m days away from bringing you pictures of an awesome conversion going on in my house as I type.  However, today I only have the before pictures and those are totally lame without the after pictures that will solidify my first home makeover.

In preparation for our mini renovation we are in the market for a new couch.  The one we have now is a wonderfully comfy hand me down that does not match the décor in our living room and will be relished to what Scott is calling (in an obnoxiously macho voice) his man cave.  Personally I dislike that silly expression, but it brings him the same joy I get from going to the Container Store and daydreaming about my, drum roll please, laundry room.  That is your teaser for what is about to unfold, but for now back to the couch.  (Okay, her is one little sneak peak at the before.)

Depressing, right?

Scott and I are lucky in the fact that we agree on the important things in life and marriage; warm weather over cold, vacationing means doing what the locals do and never taking a guided tour, we both chose charm and location over size when it came to buying a house, we prefer to stay in on a Friday night, birthday and Christmas presents are off limits, but great trips and just because gifts are awesome, working out keeps us sane, two kids sounds best because, as Scott describes it, one on one is better than a zone defense and when it came to decisions like picking out a TV I deferred to him and paint colors meant he deferred to me.  Compromising has been few and far between because we were the annoying couple that agrees.  Until the couch.

We have been to 15 furniture stores.  He wants comfort, that is the only thing that matters.  He wants this so much that he fell in love with a horrible burgundy thing that has about 200 pillows with the most hideous print that actually hurt my eyes.  I want a mix of style and comfort (emphasis on style) leaving me in love with a couch/chaise combo that is the most perfect shade of green.  And to be quite honest I figured all those stores on a football Sunday would leave him exhausted enough to acquiesce, but no.  Here we sit on our smelly old couch that is supposed to move to the man cave in one week and we are unable to find a compromise. 

We anticipate the next and hopefully only decision in life that will be this difficult will be naming a child.  How did you parents do it?