But do you have idea how expensive those things are? As expensive as a new leather couch. Plus almost impossible to find. Sure, I found a few I drooled over… in Sydney. The price of the couch plus shipping would have killed me.
Then I began to think of club lounges. The solid, chunky blocky type.
Not as shiny as that… softer, cosier…
Couldn’t find one I liked that I could afford.
So I began looking at stores in Hobart and found this one at Freedom. The Hermitage.
Not exactly the thickest of chunky club lounges, but very comfy, in a lovely dark brown, studs at the bottom… I was ready to buy.
If I could have afforded it.
So I started saving.
Then, somewhere along the line I began to think of tan leather… lighter colours, not so heavy looking… I think it was the mid-century looking TV divider I built which changed my mind on style of couch. So I began to look for a couch like this one…
I was totally convinced I wanted this one. I dreamed of it. It was even more expensive than the Hermitage, but I wanted it.
Till I went in and sat on it… and slumped back and almost slid off it.
It was too deep, I couldn’t sit in it properly. I’d have preferred that when I was younger and could get up off a couch without having to roll off, but not so great now I’m older, fatter and I almost need help hauling myself off deep low furniture.
Bean bags are a nightmare these days!
Anyway, I spend a lot of time in Freedom testing their couches. In the end I picked this one. The Bonnie 3 seater.
Not as long as the Hermitage, not as deep as the Copenhagen, not as soft as most of their couches. A firmer, higher couch. Easier to sit up properly in and get up out of.
I can get off this one without looking like a floundering whale.
Here it is in the living room.
I need to make new cushion covers. I want a bigger rug. I need to get rid of the awful carpet. I want to get rid of wires everywhere. I want a full wall of books behind the couch but till then I wonder if I should paint the timber bookcases white so they’re all the same colour.
But at least I have my leather couch!
And bonus: the dogs don’t like it! They only get on it if I’m on it and have a throw over me. Fantastic. I was worried they’d damage the leather with their nails.
Another bonus is that Wayne won’t sit on it either – he’s terrified he might ruin it and I’ll kill him.