My annual spring cleaning complete, I will now retire to the couch with magazines and lots of tv and marvel at the spectacular spotlessness around me.
Every spring cleaning I choose one home improvement type task. Last year it was a huge one, I had the apartment repainted. (Shudder.) This year I’m having the seat cushions on my couch refilled. Here’s my concern: it’s a down feather couch. I bought it before I was as aware of animal cruelty as I am now. No way I’m refilling it with feathers. Some places collect the down while the birds are still alive! My God, we are a horrible, horrible species.
But I’m afraid that the foam I’m getting instead will be too hard. The softer foam won’t last as long, they said, so I went with the denser foam. Nervous!
Here are Finney and Bleeck, who seem to love the sheets I used to wrap up the old, naked cushion stuffing the couch guy left behind. Notice how close they are. Almost touching!