By JO ABI
The interior design style of my home can best be described as ‘Crappy Bleak’. It’s an unfortunate mix of pieces that used to be nice but have been ruined by a couple of house moves and three children who see them not as cabinets and tables but jungle gyms, tunnels and things to spill drinks on.
My lounge is probably the metaphor for the rest of the furniture. It’s a cream coloured ‘sleeper lounge’ that we bought specifically because the covers come off and can be washed.
Except, it’s a real bitch to take them off and the one and only time we did it we didn’t speak for days. Obviously we will never be contestants on The Block. There was sweating, swearing and some minor injuries to deal with. And he slept on the freshly cleaned sleeper lounge for the next three nights.
Note: Don’t buy sleeper lounges; it takes longer to make up with your partner when one of you has somewhere else to sleep at night!
In October, we are finally moving into a bigger house and not all of our pieces are making the move with us. I can count on one hand the furniture that will be a part of our new life. The rest will have trouble being accepted by a charity.
Here’s the furniture that has made the cut. They are the privileged few.
Our tan, suede recliner chair is on the top of the list. We bought it ten years ago, or should I say my husband bought it for himself and then I claimed it as my own.
I never wanted a recliner chair. I wanted a lounge we could snuggle on. We’d just moved in together. To me a recliner was something for single people or those who’ve been married a long time and no longer snuggle while watching TV.
He lugged it in and soon his bum print was well and truly embedded in the cushion. It was shortly after I had our first baby that I slumped into it one morning because two more steps to lounge were too many.
It was heaven. The back support was out of this world and the arms were the perfect height for breast feeding.
“Move honey,” I’d say six times a day at feeding time and with a big sigh and a reluctant pushing in of the foot rest he’d move and I’d snuggle in and settle in for most of the day.
I accidentally purchased an office chair that is way too big for our tiny little desk. It looks ridiculous. I ordered it online and when the box arrived it did look big but we ripped it open and set it up anyway.
Our three children immediately jumped on. They all fit nicely and I started spinning them and this has become a daily activity ever since.
When I work I cover myself with a giant blanket which fits on the chair and I can even put my legs up, crossed if I feel like it. In my family it fits my husband, me and one of our kids or all three kids. It’s accidentally perfect. Don’t you love furniture like that?
We have a great TV which looks really big in our tiny little rental lounge room but it’s well-watched and much-loved. It’s coming with us and confession time; we are putting it in our bedroom.
I know, we shouldn’t put a TV in our bedroom. It might interrupt our sleep patterns, or cause insomnia, or lead to way too much late night TV viewing but sometimes, even if it’s once a week, I’d love to get an early night, put on an oldie-but-a-goodie movie and lie down and watch it (or fall asleep during it).