Once our beloved family room sectional appeared to be on its last legs, I dove into the world of researching couches.
I knew we wanted a sectional, but I wanted a special sectional.
I wanted to create this special sectional.
I wanted this sofa to be extra.
You would be amazed at how many companies make amazing custom couches.
Of course I didn't find something in the US I wanted, I found a company in London. I ordered samples of their materials. Everything from Italian velvet to Old English Leather.
I settled on a navy blue Italian velvet, and started to create my couch.
I carefully configured the pieces I though would best suit the family and our lifestyle, and ordered away.
Two months later, I was notified that it had left the workshop in London, and had begun to make its voyage across the Atlantic.
On the day it arrived, I marveled in its gloriousness. Sitting down and letting the velvet soak into my skin.
Now I stare at blankets.
Blankets that cover this amazing couch made of Italian velvet, and handcrafted in London. Blankets that protect the couch from my three kids and beast of a dog.
How had I forgotten I had three kids while creating this masterpiece? I clearly didn't anticipate a dog.
This couch, which bravely sailed the Atlantic Ocean, to arrive in New York, like so many immigrants before it, is now draped in mismatched blankets. This once glorious dare say, majestic sectional, a shell of herself.
Makes me want to get new couches for the living room, where the dog isn't allowed.
But I won't.
I will just dream of the day I can uncover my couch from all the blankets. and admire the beauty that she is.
Till then I will just remember her as she was on that first day.
Sigh.
Xoxo,
C.
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