It rained for most of the long weekend, which meant being stuck largely at home (me) or at the skate park under the subway overpass (James and attending spirited children). We all have our different ways of dealing with inclement weather and for me, the long stretches of time spent in our apartment while wind and rain battered the windows and gray skies threatened my mood, made it the perfect weekend for cozying up the joint. By which I mean to say, James and I finally took ten minutes to hang a lamp over our nearly one-year-old couch. The result has been the creation of a very cozy spot where I am presently curled on yet another rainy day.
Longtime readers might recall that my relationship with upholstered furniture over the years has been fraught:
There were the years spent in a tiny apartment where a 60-inch loveseat took up the entirety of the wall.
There was that time I convinced myself that all a body needs is a cot and some pillows.
Don’t forget I once tackled reupholstery myself. And once conceded defeat and hired someone else.
There have been other seated explorations: buying a rocking chair and making a floor pillow.
Last fall, shortly after making that giant pillow and directly after watching James fashion himself a chaise using two straight-backed chairs and assorted throw pillows, I determined that it might officially be time to introduce some more substantial comfort into our lives.