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I saw a decent looking couch on the side of the road this morning, and I'm not saying that in a Jeff Foxworthy redneck type of way.  It was decent.  Red and white checked and without a noticeable stain.  I gave it a half thought to pick it up to replace the couch we have in the den. 

The couch in the den is nice but the sun faded it too quickly and I have been forever struggling with slipcovers since.  I always get suckered into buying a new slipcover because it showers me with the promise it will stay in place.  The picture shows a tidy enough couch that you'd almost think the slipcover is its natural upholstery.  So, I buy it.  

Only to find out later that it doesn't matter what brand you buy, or how much you spent, the slipcover always slips.  And how do I make my couch look as nice as the picture?  Lots and lots of tucking.  Tighten here, tuck there, tie that.  Some good ol' fashioned getting your hands in it until you're up to your elbows, literally.  It looks pristine and perfect, but only for a moment.  Especially when children are involved.  They seem to dishevel the effort quicker than a squirrel scurrying for the side of a road.  

And because a lot of frequent effort is involved, I often let the slipcover lie in a mess.  A tolerable mess, but a mess no less.  Mainly because that particular couch is in a room hardly anyone else sees but myself.  I figure if more guests came into that room, I'd probably put more effort in straightening the slipcover out.   

My conclusion: I need a date with my husband.  A good tuck is in order.  (Oh my goodness, I can't believe I just said that!)