Up to now my sitting room has been a pretty spartan place. A couple of hard-sprung-straight-backed chairs being the only suggestion of comfort. This has changed.
The catalyst was my neighbor who suggested I buy his massive TV as he felt it was too small for his family. I said yes. I have never owned a TV this big before. It is fantastic.
After a few nights watching movies sitting on a hard-sprung-straight-backed chair, the idea comes into my head that a sofa would be nice. I go to Okinawa yard sales
and find a brown leather sofa for sale at very low price. I visit the amazing Sarah yesterday with a big van and we hilariously bullock the sofa down 3 flights of stairs. The sofa is too big for the van but who cares. I love this stuff – getting things done with little preparation but lots of determination.
I set off but after a mile or so I realize that I had left the cushions at Sarah’s place. She drives up to find me. What a great woman.
I get back to my place but realize that I will never be able to get the sofa into the elevator on my own. I just hang around until a young military couple from California turn up. With typical Californian courtesy they help me with the sofa which will not go into the elevator but has to be inched up the stairs. I have a sofa got.
Sunday is cold and rainy so I have every reason to self indulge. I download England v Wales and sit on the couch, drink beer and watch rugby. Bliss.
Your apartment is so neat and tidy. A right little fée du logis you are.
I like the rug, it really ties the room together.
Are you calling me a poof?
No, but you should get one, or an ottoman which might be safer and, being Turkish, would tie in very nicely with the oriental theme of your rug.
P.S. And lose the cushions.