I bought a couch this past weekend, and it was delivered today. This is the first time I've ever purchased a couch - all couches I've had in my homes in my adult life have been hand-me-downs. (The exception is the one Jimi came with when we moved in together, but we broke it a few months after he bought it and it was never the same after that. Yes, we broke it exactly how you think we did.) We got rid of the broken one years ago and have lived without since well before we bought this house. For the last three years, we've made due with a variety of chairs whose comfort levels range from semi-acceptable to "eh".
I love our new sitting space. LOVE. It's dark brown leather, long enough for Jimi to stretch out on, with low arms that work as excellent pillows and an extra-wide chaise that fits my legs and a curled-up Finnegan. It's perfect. I can see myself happily existing here while nursing our little girl for the six to eight weeks I'll be home on leave - good thing, too, since that was my motivating factor in making this purchase.
If Kimmie still read my blog, she'd read this post and say, with an extra dose of sarcasm, "Wow. What a great story, Natalie."