We ruined the cushions on our brand new couch back in 2001. It had something to do with a cat named Texas who lived with us for about a week. I don’t remember the details.
Fourteen years and three kids later, I set out to repair them.
It wasn’t easy. I’d been dreading it (thus the 14 year procrastination). I knew this line of fabric was super durable and I had quite a bit of it left over from slipcovering some chairs a few years back. A few quick cushion covers later, I have a two-toned couch.
I know before too long the half-assed-ness of it will get to me, but for now, it’s nice to have the job done.