Saturday, April 10, 2010

The Whit-Ash Sofa



As much as I love to say "Barcalounger", I detest saying Whit-Ash. Whit-Ash loosely translated means "My mother is turning over in her grave knowing that I did not do my homework and purchase the best quality sofa I could afford." I fell for the first pretty face I saw (loved the fabric) and it was August and I was hot and I grew tired of shopping for the darn thing. My mom would've shopped it from here to Georgia and for months until she found the best piece of furniture her kindergarten teacher salary would allow. AARGH. While I am out shopping for another sofa, (I like to say Marty Rae's by the way. That's cute.) you can snatch this one up for a song. $200 OBO.

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