The sofa is used but my mother-in-law did not have dogs. We also had the sofa for 2 weeks before Bella started going on the sofa. We do have a cat inside also. Bella is potty pad trained and has never used the the furniture or floor in the past. I have removed the cushion covers and washed them and sprayed them down with cleaner. With in 2 hours she used it again. HELP please!!!!!
When i first bought the sofa the cushions were hard and firm. When you sat down the cushion wouldn’t go in, but now it does. Is there any way to fix this?
I got two second hand sofas a couple of years ago. My staffie, who is now 12, has never torn the furniture before but has ripped the covering of the cushions on these very badly – so much so that the foam on some has now also been torn. I will have to get some more sofa’s and as they will be second hand again I wondered if anyone could shed any light on why she did this. Do you think that maybe the current sofas came from a house with a dog and she can smell it
A seam is coming out of mine. The the upholsterer says there isn’t enough fabric in it to repair, but if the manufacturer will send fabric, she can make a new one. I’ve had the sofa three years, the warantee is only for 2. Thanks, Kathleen B
The furniture pces are, 2 hand painted beds, duncan fyfe table, no chairs, and a sofa, no cushions. The chair and name are burnt into the furniture and the name Danersk is the rocker panel of the Windsor Rocker. We were told the pces were 100 yrs +, but have learned that may not be the case.
I spilled a cup of coffee on my sofa, so have washed the foam and cover, of the cushion in the bath. The cushion is now sodden with water, and as heavy as a concrete slab lol. How on earth will I dry it? it is too big for the washing machine and I have no garden.
I have a cotton sectiional sofa, the cushion covers are removable and washable, i used oxyclean..they look great, very white… my problem is the base of the sofa, it is non removable and i sprayed it down with a water/bleach combination and let it sit out in the sun…the base is now has a yellow tint, it now looks like a two tone sofa…please help with any suggestions on how to remove the yellow…
I need to know about things such as;
How much do I need to save before hand?[aside of the costs below]
-The rent I am looking at is around 0 for a 1 bedroom, and a 0 deposit. With a 0 move in fee.
I already have small beginner things;
-bed
-desk & computer
-dresser
-kitchen ware
-all bedding
How much will it cost me to get things such as;
-sofa
-coffee and dining table [hopefully matching]
-wall decorations
-patio furniture
-area rug
[and suggestions for other things in that genera that would be helpful]
What kind of cleaning stuff do I need to buy?
Is it important to meet your neighbors?
How to maintain upper most privacy, with-in regulation, cause I would put up a 12 foot fence if I could….
Alright I’m sure you get the picture…
Please just be very through, and as many details as possible, I am taking notes on all of this. And also the little small things that are often ignored, but useful when need, you know nick-nacks like bandaids, somthing stupid =p, Thanks!
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I have an old white couch that is dirty, can’t afford a new on so I took off the cushion covers and put them in the washing machine. But how do I go about cleaning the sofa itself.
Once there was an old man called the Green eyed. The people of Baghdad called him the green eyed because no one could ever pass by him without something bad happening to him afterward.
One day a little girl was walking in the street with a little white cat sleeping on her shoulder. The girl was wearing an expensive golden bracelet that sparkled under the sun light. The green-eyed man walked from under the tree where he was laying down, and smiled thinly at the girl.
“What a beautiful bracelet you have,” he said, stroking the bracelet with his black fingers. “Did your mother buy it for you?”
The girl frowned at the green-eyed man and pushed his filth nails away from her wrist. “Leave me. You are the green-eyed man that Mom told me about. You envy anyone. I hate you, I hate you….” The girl repeated all the way back home.
“I hate you, I hate you…” All the way back home.
At home, she told her mother about the green-eyed man.
“I was brave.” The girl said, sitting at the sofa with a pop corn bowl at her hands. “I told him I hate you, I hate you.”
“Did he place a hand at your body?” The mother asked.
“He ran a finger at my bracelet, but I pushed it away. It was filthy.”
“Oh no,” the mother shivered and placed her hands at her chest. “He must have cursed you.”
“No he didn’t,” the girl said, but her mother got to her feet and after sometime she returned with her red, outdoors, shawl around her shoulders.
“We must go to Sheikh Ishmael.” The mother said, pulling the girl from her hand so vigorously that the pop corn bowl fell over the sofa.
All the way to Sheikh Ishmael, the girl tried to convince her mother that the green-eyed man did not curse her. But her mother did not reply. She was busy wrapping her arms around her daughter as if to protect her from an unseen evil.
Sheikh Ishmael was the magician of Baghdad. He was an old man with a flowing, orange beard that fell to his knees. He wore golden earrings on the shape of a smiling face and intricate writings spread all over his body, except his face.
The girl and her mother reached the tower where Sheikh Ishmael lived. Thunder banged across the sky, followed with an incessant shower of rain. The mother knocked and a tall woman, with disheveled, wet hair opened the door.
“He is waiting for you.” She said, letting them in.
They walked through a dark hallway, with green candles spreading on both sides of the wall. The girl shivered and screamed when she was passing by one of the candles.
“What’s wrong?” Her mother whispered at her.
“I saw the face of the green eyed man in the fire.” The girl said.
The tall woman who led them turned her face and smiled meekly at the girl. Finally, they reached a small room filled the beach smelling instance. Sheikh Ishmael sat at the middle of the room He placed a silver bowl, where thin fumes twirled up, at his feet.
“Hello,” he said gesturing for them to sit.
They sat down at two, red cushions.
“Thank you sir,” the mother said, drooping her head in reverence. “I need your help.”
“Why do you need my help?”
“The green eyed man touched the bracelet of my girl.” The mother said, taking out the golden bracelet from her leather purse. “I want you your blessings so that nothing bad can happen to her.”
Sheikh Ishmael took the bracelet and tuned it in his hands then he sniffed at it twice. “Oh, it’s cursed.”
The mother shivered and wrapped the girl in her shoulders. “My god,”
“But don’t worry,” Ishmael said, confidence encircling his voice. “I’ll protect her,”
Her mother bowed forward and kissed Ishmael’s bony hand where some grey hairs grew. “Oh, Thanks my lord.”
“ But first,” he said, “ I need a hair from the green eyed man,”
“ a what?” the girl finally spoke. “ how can we bring a hair from this man,”
The girl thought it was disgusting to hold a hair from the old man’s head. It seemed that he never showered.
The old man got to his feet and smiled. “You’d better do it fast or else you’ll die.”
It’s a tale for all ages.
