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.