So back in April I did my marathon furniture painting weekend and scoured etsy for pillow covers in anticipation of the new couches that would be arriving any day. And then after like 5 months of calling every weekend for an update on the back ordered couches I decided that the anticipation would do one of two things: either the "good things come to those who wait" where I would immediately fall in love at first sight, or I would be disappointed because all the anticipation would build up and the real life version couldn't hold a candle to visionary masterpiece created in my mind. You know, kinda like the whole Twilight saga. It was entertaining, but all the hype left me, well...let's just say my world didn't crumble and the sun somehow managed to rise another day when Robsten broke up (that just doesn't seem to roll off the tongue quite like "Brangelina"). So the couches finally came, they were a catalog order so I hadn't seen them yet and I kinda have to admit that I was a little disappointed. I immediately fell in love with the accent chair, but the couches were too dark, the tufting wasn't tufty enough, the pillows weren't working and they looked kinda cheap. After a couple of days we started getting to know eachother better and I'm liking them more. I made some new pillow covers that were the right shade of blue and rearranged some accessories and then it all started meshing better. And then I pulled up the before shot of the room, smacked myself across the face with my orange geometric print pillow and gave myself a talking to about gratitude. Granted, I accidentally deleted the real before shot and the only one I could dig up is like the ugly stepsister. It's like those weight loss ads where the before picture is a lethal combination of no makeup, dark lighting, bad perms and reaks of acne and sweat pants and then the after shot is dripping in spray tan, bleached teeth and hair extensions. But you get the gist.