I said, "How come we don't write notes to each other? Upholsterers. We're the only ones who see the insides of this furniture. We should have so many inside jokes and things we could write." You know, "This guy was a jerk. He wouldn't pay for this."
J read an article a while back about Jack White and his first band, The Upholsterers. He and his band mate were actually upholsterers. I found a similar interview on the NPR blog and another from The Believer. They are entertaining if you are interested. You can read about how he started writing poetry on furniture he upholstered and then later hid records inside. Can you imagine finding a record inside your furniture? Crazy.
Anyway, J and I are both fans. Leave it to me to take a really cool and artistic suggestion from Jack White and turn it in to something totally geeky (see my note above). We decided not to leave our names in case whoever finds it comes after us for the amount of staples we used. Seriously. This sofa is stapled everywhere. I scribbled a quick note elementary school style and tucked it inside before we closed up the back. I wish we had found a little note like this when we stripped it down. I would have loved to know a little bit about the people who owned the sofa before us. Think anyone will find it down the road?