So we purchased this lily-white Ikea sofa with two matching ottomans earlier this summer and foolishly put it in our heavily used all-purpose play/TV/rumpus room. Let's just say it did not maintain its virginal color qualities for long before it was sullied with spilled juice, dusty shoe prints, pizza sauce, melted chocolate, and whatever grime seems to come from simply sitting your bum on a sofa cushion over time. Sure, I made an honest effort with upholstery cleaner at some point and managed a modicum of recovery with much vigorous scrubbing...but I already knew the battle was futile.
So I just gave up and put out a mason jar full of Sharpies of every color and announced to every child and adult who entered our house that the sofa was open for graffiti and doodling if anyone was so inclined. Did I get some, "Are you freaking crazy?" looks from parents? Loads. Did Beeper's friends look at me suspiciously from the corner of their eyes as they tentatively uncapped a Sharpie and moved toward the sofa? Sure. But as you may imagine, the kiddos were pretty quick to embrace this notion of doing something normally completely forbidden and this is what we have today: our wreckorated sofa....
My only two rules for drawing on the sofa are: 1) no writing anything unkind about anyone else, and 2) no scribbling over drawings. Adventure Time related drawings have been particularly popular with the kiddos--and tagging the sofa with their names, of course. Best of all, the graffiti really does disguise the dirt and grime and spills. And no, the writing does not rub off on your bum.
I have found that I love all the color it brings to the room. It is a design in constant evolution as people add more and build on one another's drawings. Just this morning I came in and Beeper had added a rainbow platypus with a mohawk to one of the cushions. Yeah, it made me smile. I ask you, how often does your sofa make you smile?