Sofa Moved

By rights I should be sleeping, but my mind won't shut up. It's just going around, and around, and around, squeaking and making all kinds of racket, and I'm fresh out of wine to lubricate it into silence.

Today I went to Mom's and loaded my sectional sofa into her truck. I'm very fond of this sofa. It's a Heywood-Wakefield, and Mom bought it for me on my 20th birthday for 20 dollars. After loading the sofa we drove to the Salvation Army in Grand Prairie, where Mom claimed she saw an end table that would be perfect with the sofa. She was right, it was very close to perfect, and in wonderful condition. And when we flipped it over we found it Heywood-Wakefield, too. Well worth the $25 price tag.

So we drove everything to the house, and unloaded it. And that's when the awful truth, the one I have been dodging, hit home. My beloved sofa doesn't look good with my new furniture. It's just a little too early 50s, when everything else I have is mid-to-late 60s and 70s. I don't really want a totally retro home -- I'm striving for a more eclectic look -- but the sofa is really out of place.



The image below is a cautionary tale -- never let your desk become a work center, a vanity table, a dining table, and an art studio at the same time. I have got to get more of this house into usable condition!



I'm trying to shame myself into doing better, so I even have a close-up of the mess. Just click the image above.