#1,086 Bleach.

People often ask me why in the world we’d want white furniture in the living room.

Tonight I found a mysterious green stain on the sofa cushion. Looked a lot like a marker, though we don’t have a marker in this house so I can’t imagine where it came from. Perhaps it was our college student little brother with a backpack with highlighters in it, but I digress.

This is the magic of white slipcovers. A Christmas miracle, if you will.

Show me how you’d do that on any other cushion and I’ll be ate for a tater.