Today we are
happy to announce that we are awaiting the arrival of our new couch. Today for us is “White Couch Wednesday”
Errrrrccccccccchhhh
hold the phone you say, “What was that, WHITE couch, Good luck!”
Yip White
Couch!. You see here is our
situation:
We live in a
teeny tiny house and any good designer or person with an eye for colour and
space will conclude that white creates more space. White walls and white furniture creates the illusion of more
space.
We came to buy
our teeny tiny house in a time in our lives when we needed to move on and
welcomed the distraction around all the personal goings on that were happening
at the time. Originally we were thinking of investing in a townhouse but were
not keen on all that comes with body corporate and a confined close-knit living
space. Plus we wanted somewhere
where we could renovate, alter, make our own and have pets. So I guess on a whim we found our house and bought. It was small, so low maintenance
(little housework - yay, well kind of as its old - boo), loved the area and it had
potential to change and grow.
We could have
moved further abroad to outer suburbs to a larger newer home. In which now sometimes I do long for
more rooms, space, cupboards and modernity but we prefer spending time together
rather than time spent travelling.
So we bought up, acquired
a dog (another story) whom completes our days and we live in her house.
So back to the
WHITE couch.
I have always
loved white, but when it came to the buying, I began to back out of my love. Explaining to my husband (lets call him
Mr C from now on) that this may not be a wise decision, what if we have kids?
do we want to be worried about marking it? is it crazy and impractical? In the end he was more pro white than I,
and every couch we saw we migrated to white.
Yes, to give the
illusion of more space we could have gone for a smaller couch rather than a white
colour choice. However, after
being seated on our 2.5 seater futon for four months (selling our enormous
couch that took up our whole living space). What began as a “this is so nice we don’t seem to cuddle
anymore” quickly turned into a brother sister type relationship, where we both
raced to it nightly and were pretty soon nudging each other off, feet in each
others faces, over either sides.
So a larger but
not too large couch was a must, revising our options and discussing the
practicality, pros,cons and what we actually liked and made us happy with our purchase.
In fact we both even
reminisced to our own childhood and concluded that, we were never allowed to
jump or eat on the furniture as kids. And
not once did our parents get rid of or update their furniture on the issue of
it becoming trashed by us children.
Maybe our parents were strict or maybe kids are allowed to be more kids
these days. However our reaction
is - white or not white - these are our natural tendencies and reactions so we
would maintain them.
So yip I hear all
the mothers in the room saying. “Yip,
uuuuhuh have fun with that and we’ll see”. I get that and we will most probably eat our words, regret our decision or maybe even
change tactics.
But for us now, we
would rather sit on our new white couch than sit on our dark robust
family friendly couch that would serve to be a constant reminder of what we
don’t have, maybe can’t have or what could have been.
It probably will
get marked and we may spend our days tirelessly wiping. I may even discreetly slip a butt sized
coaster under your behind if you visit our house with freshly bought dark blue
jeans.
We probably will
even have the inevitable leather butt marks from our favorite sitting spots. But hopefully this in future serves to
be a reminder and memories of when it was just us two.
We have settled
upon what makes us happy now and for now Mr C looks damn good sitting on a
white couch.
….. Get your feet
off the cushions ……. Just kidding.
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