How I Saved My Sofas
by Diane Lynch
Now fast-forward to the winter of 2007. I’d been on a fix-up-the-house binge for a while, but I’d avoided even looking at the living room. That room needed redecorating. Badly. But how could I work my magic when the centers of attention were these two hulking, dated, pink whales of couches? Our living room was haunted by the ghost of Don Johnson. It was very depressing.
Over Christmas break, when Ben was home from college, the adventure began. We watched the DVD that was included in the kit, familiarized ourselves with every step and every product, snapped on our latex gloves, and went to work, happily humming “We Are the Champions.”