I love the idea behind slipcovers, sure I do. Toss them over a thriftstore castoff or old faded couch, and poof, new furniture! But I don’t buy it. (Seriously I don’t. I’ve never owned a single slipcover). I foresee shrinkage, tons of ironing, and obsessive amounts of smoothing, tucking, fluffing, stretching, pulling and patting. Me and my OCD would have a cosmic meltdown, or at least develop an permanent eye twitch.