Did you notice that I started out this post by saying, "Several years ago"?
During the first year I nagged. "When are you going to order the cushions?" In year number two I threatened. "We're not inviting anybody over until you fix this eyesore!" The third year I was sad. "You have no idea how much stress this is causing me."
Now, you may be wondering why I didn't just order them myself. It's simple. My husband didn't trust my ability to measure properly and since I barely passed geometry I couldn't put up much of an argument.
Finally, we placed the order. I'm pretty happy with the results.

Similar mid-century daybeds sell on Ebay for close to a thousand dollars. Our rehab cost less than three hundred.
Now I no longer have the same look on my face as the mother in A Christmas Story had each time she gazed upon the infamous leg lamp. Although, the leg lamp would fit right in with our decor.
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