The pretty little throw pillows in my living room pissed me off.
I never realized how much they bothered me before. Maybe because there was more room for them in our old house to be scattered around the floor without becoming a tripping hazard.
But now, even after drastically reducing the number of throw pillows we have, our living room is like a minefield of misplaced pillows.
I thought I loved throw pillows. I needed them in my life. I thought they were essential for a pretty room that looks and feels comfortable.
I loved the idea of throw pillows. Perfectly fluffed pairs in the corners of the sofa, one precisely centered in each chair.
I hate the reality of throw pillows.
Squashed and mangled. Seriously, does my family sit on top of the pillows?! How do they get so messed up?
The pillows end up all over the floor. Because what do you do when there are too many pillows? You move one (or more) out of the way. The extra sofa pillows get shoved aside. Then when someone else wants the room to sit down, the pillows go straight to the floor.
Even our dogs kick the pillows to the floor before they lay down. Yes, we let them on the furniture. They’re very polite about it, except for the needier which they forcefully ejected from the chair before curling up for a nap. So even when my kids are at school or nobody is home, the pillows end up on the floor.
The throw pillows are needier than my kids and my dogs combined. Always needing to be picked up and fluffed.
One day I noticed the first thing my husband does every time he walks into the living room is pick up throw pillows and fold blankets. Every time. Constantly.
I realized I was doing it too. We couldn’t walk into our living room and relax without having to straighten up first.
So, as much as I love the look of throw pillows, it’s clear to me now that they’re (mostly) useless. Not only that but they demand attention—not in the look at me, I’m so pretty way that I want, but in the pick me up, lint roll me, fluff me, come back in an hour to check on me kind of way.
So, I did a little experiment.
I stuffed all the living room throw pillows into a black trash bag, except one, in case I want to take a nap. While I was at it, I stuffed in all the throw blankets, except one, because I’m always cold (and for those naps I like to take). I put the bag of pillows and blankets in the garage.
I told my husband but not the kids. I wondered how long it would take them to notice. Or would they care? Would they miss shoving the pillows on the floor? Would they say, “Hey, where’s my throw blanket, I haven’t tripped over it yet today?”
That was over two weeks ago. The kids still haven’t said anything about it. Either they didn’t notice, or they don’t miss the pillows. There haven’t been any complaints.
Here’s what I’ve noticed:
- My house looks cleaner without trying.
- Cleaning the living room is quicker because I don’t have to lint roll or wash pillow covers for dog hair.
- We can sit down and relax without straightening up first.
- The one pillow that’s left stays put in the corner of the sectional (ready whenever I want to take a nap).
- I’m not constantly nagging the kids to pick up the pillows and put away the blankets.
What surprised me the most is I don’t miss the pillows, even the look of them. Well, I miss the way I wish they looked all the time, but I don’t miss the way they actually looked most of the time. I’m content to live without throw pillows, so my living room looks clean all of the time.
My husband has slowly won the battle over throw pillows. He never thought we needed them, but I persisted and won him over. Now, I’ve come around. He can claim victory. I’m done with throw pillows…until my kids move out, my dogs stay off the furniture, and I train my husband to lean against the pillow, not to sit on it. A girl can dream, right?!
For now, I choose the effortless, fuss-free route that makes my living room clean and relaxing.
I’ve picked up the pillows for the last time.
I think our living room still looks warm and inviting. What do you think?