cimorene

This is our sofa. As you can see, it has large areas of white on it. We were a little anxious about that, perhaps, but we couldn't resist its seductive, cheery mod floral in any case when we bought it a year and a half ago. Two days ago I thought it might really be on its last legs. There was a single penny-sized drip of red wine right in the white spot on the front, and scrubbing with soda only turned it green; and there was a huge splotch on top of the arm where a cat deposited some catfood when we were out, and couldn't race to scrub it off before the stain set.

But the cover's removable so I peeled it off and sent it through the laundry anyway with my fingers crossed, and it had all day yesterday to dry out and then I dusted it off and stuck it back on this morning, and would you believe no sign of any spots, anywhere? The white is pristine. Ikea must be telling the truth with their boasting about stain-resist white and believing furniture should be made to live on, and not sit apart like a museum piece. There's a rather harrowing video at their homepage that shows a woman on a white sofa splashing half a cup of coffee in the middle of a cushion - on repeat, and in slow-motion. Ugh. But I feel much better about it now. (And it's a good thing we don't have to replace the cover - if it had been ruined I'd hardly have wanted to replace it with something as easily stained, but they don't have any green or yellow covers for our sofa just now.)