In the few months that we've been blogging, Braxton and I have shown you most of our furniture. Most. Meet our sofa......The elephant in the room.
We've had this sofa for about 20 years and the only creature in the house who ever sits on it is Bunny the cat and she has recently gotten too old and fat to make the leap. Sooo....... it just sits there, taking up space, gathering dust, sucking light.
It's not that we don't like Ms. elephant, it's just that she no longer suites our style. She is the wrong color, in no way modern (obviously), and terribly uncomfortable. Yet, she is a "fine antique reproduction", so says, well, those who say things like that.
|Quite unfortunately, the logical place for the sofa is next to our orange(!) bar. BTW: we live about 45 minutes from Virginia Tech, who's team colors happen to be burgundy and orange. This is not good, at all.|
|Sometimes I attempt to dress us Ms. Pachyderm with some festive pillows.|
|Lime green anyone?|
|When in doubt, add more color.|
|When she's feeling sophisticated she likes to wear her mink(ish) pillows...|
|and play hide and seek behind the pink table.|
|This tag under the cushion will mean something to our fellow Virginians, or Richmonders anyway.|
Of course The Elephant in the Room didn't come to us alone, no she has friends, baby elephants if you will.
Meet the incredibly ornate mirror.
steam punk phase.
Have a beautiful weekend everyone!