Domestic revelation

[smokingboot]

As of today, our front room looks intensely pretty! Since we moved in, we’ve been using Beloved Bear’s old three piece suite, a flaccid mushroom coloured monstrosity only treated with respect because it had served BB well in the past. Durable and cheap it may have been once (1967 at a guess) but the springs caved in so comprehensively that any chosing to brave the sofa found themselves perched precariously in the middle, or half eaten by the foam monsters gnawing at either end. It was just plain embarrassing.

We had to buy a new suite, and like the sensible people we are, we bought a cream one to go with our magnolia front room, urgh. I've always found cream bland, and have been wanting to paint the whole room burgundy since we got here. Today the suite's turned up, and it’s gorgeous! The colour is all happy, banana tinted without going the whole fried canary route. I swear the room is smiling! Too nice to eat meals in, too nice to let smokers near, too nice, in fact, for slobs like us. We may have to move out into the conservatory. I’ve been trying to isolate what it is that makes this place look unkempt, and today it hit me. It’s us.