The next morning while I was riding the train to work, I got a call. Our neighbor, who I hadn't met yet, was super sweet on the phone. She said that the sofa had belonged to her father and he bought it new back in the 60's. She had been trying to get rid of it but didn't know where to take it. She said she would be more than happy to give it to us. Hallelujah! Want to know what's better than finding a sofa you just absolutely love? Getting it for free. Yup. I don't have to say that twice! Free ninety nine. I called Cole immediately after I got off the phone with her. I think at first he was a little concerned because there was definitely a strong sense of urgency in my voice. I told him he had to stop whatever he was doing and go get the sofa before someone else! You know, because there are so many people driving around our neighborhood on a Monday morning looking for mid-century, old, red sofas and someone might snatch him up before us! I paid no attention to the fact that the sofa is 8 feet long and Cole is one person. But, my husband is awesome and texted me a picture of the sofa on our patio an hour after I got off the phone with him. A big shot out to my husband's Powell-Peralta (the skateboard) for making my dreams come true. I had a gut feeling that giving him that Christmas gift would benefit me one day.
He's pretty beat up, I mean, you would be too if you had been outside in the salty ocean air for days on end with no food, water or toilet. Not to worry, a little outdoor fabric is going to do this guy some serious good. And he's the perfect addition to our outdoor seating area. Stay tuned for his makeover.