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| Wednesday, November 01, 2006 |
| Buyer's Anxiety |
Yesterday we bought a sofa.
Well, it is more accurate to say that yesterday we ordered a lounge suite. Three-seater with two inbuilt recliners, and two seperate recliners. Button mechanism on the left hand side (if possible). They are very comfortable, and meet our stringent criteria (chairs less than 1m wide, couch less than 2m wide, high backs, available with inbuilt recliner mechanisms) AND, as an added bonus, will be available in two weeks. Did you know that Adelaide has the highest number of furniture shops per capita of any Australian city? It seems like we have sat on every available recliner suite in Adelaide. And that's a LOT of recliners. And, of course, we settled on one from the first shop we looked at, located just two minutes down the road from our house. In our defense, we only dropped in there for a couple of minutes a week ago, and didn't have time to examine their entire range. So we didn't see the one we bought until we made a return visit yesterday. Of course, Mr Ata would have wanted to visit every shop in town ANYWAY, because he is like that. Ata herself was ready to buy the almost-perfect one we sat in at that same shop a week ago, but Mr Ata did not like the padding at the ends of the couch. The shop makes their own suites, according to the salesman, which is why they can have it made slightly narrower than the demo model and put the buttons for the recliners on the left hand side.
Having just purchased her first lounge suite (all our current furniture is hand-me-downs from decased family members, and my parents), Ata feels very grown up. There is only one thing that is making her nervous.
The colour.
Ata is, shall we say.... messy. Slightly tidier than the average three year old, Ata has the remarkable ability to really leave her mark. Like the time a few months ago, visiting FAC, when Ata dropped a box of Maltesers in her lap. Now, you would think that was easily cleaned up - and it was. Or so we thought. It wasn't until AFTER the movie had finished and Ata stood up to discover that one of the Maltesers had escaped recapture, and managed to slide under Ata as she repositioned during movie viewing. Do you know how much mess a single Malteser makes when you have sat on it for an hour and a half? Well, I do.
But back to the New Lounge. We wanted blue. We like blue. We have blue carpets. Blue was the perfect colour. Now, if they'd had a nice grey-blue, we would have gone with that - but in the blue shades, there was spa blue or blueberry blue. While both were nice, spa blue was gorgeous. Icy pale blue. So we picked that one. The salesman gave us free scatter cushions in blueberry blue to contrast with the icy spa blue couch.
And now I am anxious. They assured us the fabric is easy to clean. That even cat fur just brushes off. That liquids bead up and can be wiped away. But Ata fears that her mess-creating talent will be too much for even the heavy-duty super-duper magic fabric. She has even spent some time spilling stuff on the free scatter cushions to test how easily cleaned they are. And the light blue was so nice, so nice! Surely one mustn't ALWAYS be entirely practical, must one?
Sigh. {frets} |
posted by Ata @ 3:19 pm  |
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| 8 Comments: |
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You need to get those plastic covers that completely anal people put on their furniture to prevent it from being in any way comfortable. I mean, damaged.
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Heh. Good comment, daisy.
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Hee hee. Yes.
I am always amazed at how many light-coloured furniture suites there are, actually, considering what a pain in the backside they must be to keep clean. I mean, the number of white or ivory coloured sofas and chairs you see is crazy. They look lovely, admittedly... but surely of the utmost impracticality?! We have dark red lounge furniture, and it's perfect. I love the colour, and it's the most forgiving thing in the world. The sofas and chair get hoovered every so often, but have otherwise never needed cleaning.
We also have a dog (not mentioning any names) who has a horrid habit of sneaking off into the lounge after he's finished his dinner in order to wipe the excess dog food off his mouth. Sometimes, he does this on his own bed. Not a problem. More often, though (and if he can get away with it), he does this on the sofa. He gets seriously told off for it, and always looks immensely guilty, but nevertheless I am repeatedly grateful for our totally non-pale furniture.
Hmm... I haven't helped much, have I? I'm sure the spa blue set looks utterly stunning in Ata's lounge. And will be beautiful and clean in years to come. Indeed.
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It is a very beautiful colour. As Ata's mother said, "Just enjoy it, and when it gets bad - have it re-covered in something darker."
Ata's cats - odd though they may be - do not wipe food anywhere.
Fortunately.
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"We also have a dog (not mentioning any names)"
I love the way you didnt mention his name, flowyks.
And i totally agree with Ata's mother's comment: just enjoy it. If it's the colour you like, then good! Enjoy it without worrying about what may or may not happen to it. What's the point of it if you don't use it?
Live dangerously: sit on it eating a packet of maltesers. Whooo!
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Wow... thrill seeking indeed!
I love the way you didnt mention his name, flowyks.
Heh. But of course! It felt wrong to sully his name, and yet I couldn't possibly allow my best-behaved girl to fall under suspicion. Besides, he gets enough attention as it is (always insisting upon being at the centre of it). It goes to his head if we're not careful.
He has spent most of the morning chasing his tail in the living room. For unknown reasons.
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Ata's mother is wise. Re-cover later.
...I thought I had more to say, but apparently that's it.
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Are we going to get a picture of this now famous lounge suite once it arrives?
I'd rather like a picture with ata reclining on the lounge, holding an open packet of maltesers ...
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You need to get those plastic covers that completely anal people put on their furniture to prevent it from being in any way comfortable. I mean, damaged.