It worked out well because leather is super easy to clean, and I'm not sure if you've heard? But kids are messy. I'm not getting rid of this furniture until the girls are old enough to hold all bodily functions/not covertly color things with markers/wipe all remnants of peanut butter off of their hands and faces.
Kids aren't really wrecking this furniture, though. Our dogs are doing it for them. A few months ago, we noticed that there was a tiny hole in the couch. Annoying to us but not really noticeable. Then one morning we came down to find a giant glob of couch stuffing hanging out. Like Baxter tried to murder the couch or something.
Fine. I was covering it with a pillow but Mark got the brilliant idea to cut a square from the bottom of the couch and super glue it over the hole. Which...A, for effort? A, for creativity? I'm like one project away from just calling him MacGyver.
This patch solved the problem for a few months but last week I came down to find another hole in the couch. Fucking Baxter.
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be a human ghetto out there, just going around and patching up couches.
Don't worry. Just Mark.
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But here is the patch.
Just in case you need a guide on how to fix your couch someday.
I bought a cable knit throw blanket to cover the holes. And I found Baxter chewing on that, too. Basically I should just give up and live in squalor.