It's stuffed with a sort of magical foam (according to the website, Premium Shredded Durafoam™) that makes you feel like you're being gently swaddled in a cocoon of softness and unconditional love. Let me tell you-the piece of furniture self-care dreams are made of, the Sac puts a French-girl twist on your classic childhood beanbag chair.
It's stuffed with a sort of magical foam that makes you feel like you're being gently swaddled in a cocoon of softness and unconditional love.
While she perused the store's selection of functional sectional-I'm sorry, sactional-couches, I somehow ended up in the back of the store where they keep the good stuff: the namesake Sacs. I was recently helping my sister, who has been my roommate for the better part of my life, shop for a couch for her new apartment (one she'll be living in sans moi), and we ended up at Lovesac in the Flatiron district of Manhattan. So, it was very on-brand for me to become infatuated with a piece of furniture that is essentially a six-foot-wide cotton candy cloud. This means carrying a mini glide stick in my purse during chub-rub season, McGuyvering two twin beds into one sort-of queen-sized bed for max hygge-ness (it's all about sleeping in the crevasse), and only wearing high-waisted cotton underwear. I will do whatever it takes to be comfortable.
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