My dislike of my futon had only to do with the fact that if forced me to scrunch up.
But it can't have been hate for me, because it's now my couch, instead of my bed, and I still lie on it, and think it makes a perfectly fine surface to rest on, and an attractive piece of furniture in my living room.
Well, when I first bought it, I was rather limited in which frames and matresses I could afford.
When I replaced it, the queen sized was only 60 bucks. I couldn't beat that deal.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I just love futons, you know? And I get defensive.
t cuddles her two new ones
The futon has a treasured place in the living room, where it makes my apartment look like I actually own furniture, and where I recline on it in front of the TV on a daily basis. My futon, she is loved.
My futon is where I crash when I have a hangover and my bed is too warm. I love it.
But, sadly, it hurts my back with daily use.
Our futon -- because of back and sholder problems needed to be replaced. This time we replaced it with a mattress named Ethan. How could we resist? Our futon never had a name