The dust from the kitchen renovation had barely settled. We had demolished the old peninsula, installed a proper island with a prep sink, and chosen a slate-blue tile backsplash that I still caught myself staring at with my morning coffee. But the real casualty of this project was not the dated linoleum we ripped up. It was my living room. Specifically, the area where my sofa used to sit. After the demolition crew shifted every piece of furniture into a single cramped pile, I realized that the guest sleeping situation I had vaguely planned for over the years was now a full-blown crisis. The contractor needed access to a wall shared with the living room, and my original sofa was unceremoniously shoved against t...
The dust from the kitchen renovation had barely settled. We had demolished the old peninsula, installed a proper island with a prep sink, and chosen a slate-blue tile backsplash that I still caught myself staring at with my morning coffee. But the real casualty of this project was not the dated linoleum we ripped up. It was my living room. Specifically, the area where my sofa used to sit. After the demolition crew shifted every piece of furniture into a single cramped pile, I realized that the guest sleeping situation I had vaguely planned for over the years was now a full-blown crisis. The contractor needed access to a wall shared with the living room, and my original sofa was unceremoniously shoved against the radiator. That is when I emptied my savings for a proper sofa bed.
I spent three weeks researching sofas that could absorb the chaos of a kitchen renovation while still offering a decent night of sleep for my visiting sister.
