i am slipcover challenged. honestly. i cant put on a slipcover to save my life. no-- im not talking about the big ones you just drape over a couch. i mean the fitted ones that you can take off for easy cleaning. i desperately spot-treat until i cant push it any further. i buy new stain-lifters and try and try and desperately try. sooner or later, the time comes when i have to remove the slipcover and throw it in the wash. when i do...i get a good nights rest. i have a nice drink before tackling it. and this is my saturday:
i woke up early and took the slipcover of hell off. threw it in the wash. then. i ventured off to switch out the rental car i have had for the past week. i made breakfast. i made calls. i cleaned. i broke my vacuum cleaner. i fixed my vacuum cleaner. threw the slipcover into the dryer. i took the dog out. i had a long lunch. had a drink. "here we go" i thought as i went to my dryer. i pulled out what seemed like a mile of black "stain resistant" (yeah ok) cloth, sewed into edward-scissorhands like pieces. i laid it out on the floor and was determined to get it on the couch. ok. yeah. so i turned it around the other way. and again. hmmm. ok. so maybe if i throw it on the couch it will make more sense. so i did. nothing.
here's the deal with me. i can work an excel spreadsheet like there's no tomorrow. i can write a 30-page research paper practically in my sleep. i can come up with innovative ideas to no end. but slipcovers? we just dont see eye to eye.
my friend is on her way over now to put it on for me. im having another drink.
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