For the longest time, the Knight and I had a futon handed down from his sister and her husband. While we were very thankful for their generosity, our tooshies were not. Sitting on that thing for more than 15 minutes caused an unusual numbness that could only be cured by standing up. Not really the type of feeling you want from one of the three pieces of furniture we own made for reclining (the other two being our bed and a chair).
But now? Now we have this beautiful down-filled, chenille covered sagey/minty/limey green couch which I love so much I actually slept on it last night.
Who knew that owning a couch could bring one girl so much giddy happiness?