On Saturday we bought a small second hand sideboard. We went to the British Heart Foundation shop in town to look primarily at sofas. Luckily there were none there we liked; I think I might have put Furtle off with thoughts of some poor plum sitting slumped and dead on one undiscovered for weeks before being scraped off the sofa and it being rinsed out for re-sale.
That apart, there was a fair amount of other furniture there, including a splendidly hideous sideboard that looks as though it was the height of décor fashion somewhere between 1920 and 1935. Hideous it may be (particularly the handles. I am going to have to replace the handles. No, really), but it is solid and made of wood. In short, it is solid. It is also that sort of furnishing horror that is quite pleasing for no obvious reason. You look at it and it ticks all the wrong aesthetic boxes and is yet a nice piece of furniture.
It is the wooden cupboard equivalent of Bertie’s Aunt Agatha: stern, solid and rather intimidating (though compact). Most importantly though it has a cupboard without a shelf. I am assured this is important and who am I to argue?
It is being delivered next Saturday morning. We may have to revisit some of the Christmas decorations when it arrives as we will have a surplus bookcase (surplus in the sense of nowhere to put it; as opposed to surplus because we have no books for it).
In other news, the Christmas tree and other seasonal decorations went up yesterday. The living room looks properly festive, but the shape of the room does mean that the tree is behind us rather than in front. That’s a shame, but we couldn’t think of any other way of doing it with the furniture we have. On the other hand, we have garlanded Superman’s shelf with cherry-coloured lights that look very warm and cosy.
Still no sign of my copy of World of Warcraft: Cartaclysm. It’s very annoying and not what I imagined the concept of “pre-order” to mean.
That apart, there was a fair amount of other furniture there, including a splendidly hideous sideboard that looks as though it was the height of décor fashion somewhere between 1920 and 1935. Hideous it may be (particularly the handles. I am going to have to replace the handles. No, really), but it is solid and made of wood. In short, it is solid. It is also that sort of furnishing horror that is quite pleasing for no obvious reason. You look at it and it ticks all the wrong aesthetic boxes and is yet a nice piece of furniture.
It is the wooden cupboard equivalent of Bertie’s Aunt Agatha: stern, solid and rather intimidating (though compact). Most importantly though it has a cupboard without a shelf. I am assured this is important and who am I to argue?
It is being delivered next Saturday morning. We may have to revisit some of the Christmas decorations when it arrives as we will have a surplus bookcase (surplus in the sense of nowhere to put it; as opposed to surplus because we have no books for it).
In other news, the Christmas tree and other seasonal decorations went up yesterday. The living room looks properly festive, but the shape of the room does mean that the tree is behind us rather than in front. That’s a shame, but we couldn’t think of any other way of doing it with the furniture we have. On the other hand, we have garlanded Superman’s shelf with cherry-coloured lights that look very warm and cosy.
Still no sign of my copy of World of Warcraft: Cartaclysm. It’s very annoying and not what I imagined the concept of “pre-order” to mean.