My Home | A Foster Sofa & Living Room Updates
I feel a bit sheepish making such a silly comparison to a wonderful thing like foster-parenting, but… Well, I might as well have it out. I’m foster-parenting a sofa in need. What? Who could give up such a lovely sofa, you say? Well, a girl who has three fabulous (thrifted!) sofas and has just moved into a teeny tiny dorm, that’s who! Oddly enough, while discussing our proposed wills of estate over drinks one night, my friend Catherine promised me her sofas should anything happen to her. Thankfully, Catherine is fine, just living in smaller accomodations for a couple of years. So, in came her pretty kidney-shaped sofa, and out went my uncomfortable old couch. Hooray!
Now yes, I am aware that someday Catherine will ask for her sofa to be returned to her. And on that day, I plan on confessing that I have absolutely no idea what happened to it. And that she can never come over to my house ever again. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll through hundred dollars bills in her face to help her forget. Or, I’ll just return the sofa and find another cheapo clunker from Craigslist. Awfully cavelier of me, eh? Well, when I spend about as much money on a new sofa as an alcoholic might spend on drinks in one week, I figure it’s a-okay.
As usually happens when I bring something new into my home, a bit of rearranging has transpired. My ice cream poster has moved to another corner. In fact, all of my wall art has been rearranged. You’re probably wondering how I keep my walls from becoming pitted with holes. Well, the truth is, I don’t. Ha! Another cavalier attitude, eh? Ah well. That’s just how I roll.
I’m finally getting around to photographing our entire home for a little tour at another blog, but in the meantime, I’ll tell you a bit about this corner of my living room. The sofa sits out from the wall about four feet, and behind it is a path for traffic on a striped kilim rug and also a rustic bench, which stores blankets and hatboxes for unsightly items. The coffee table was made by me and my father using reclaimed barn siding and vintage hairpin legs purchased on eBay. In case you were curious, I actually have a coffee table book that has a picture of my coffee table sitting on my coffee table. I’ll give you a minute to sort out that sentence. Fun, huh? The doily on the table was crocheted by my Great Grandma Caron (a lovely French lady), whose daughter (my Grandma!) is pictured on the wall behind the sofa.
Whew! I think that about covers all of the important details. But if you have any other questions, please ask them and I will answer in the comments section below. (P.S. Did you recognize my most recent DIY sitting on the sofa?)