I love home design. But I know that my expensive taste doesn’t match my current life. So until my children are older (possibly moved out of the house) and I stop feeling the need to add new, poorly trained animals to our brood, I have to set limits and get my design fix through blogs like Design Milk and my new favorite Instagram account, @hunkerhome. If money were no object, my floors would be smattered with statement rugs from Thomas Paul. It’s just hard to rationalize investing in furniture or decor that will get peed, pooped and puked on. This is not a mere possibility, it’s an inevitability.
I have a rug rule: If it’s 5×7 or smaller, it has to be under $200. And all rugs must be under $300. We just said goodbye to our cowhide rug, which was layered over a natural jute rug. You would be surprised how well cowhide handles stains, but in the end it had more bald spots than an Olive Garden at 4pm. And the jute rug had seen its share of set-in stains, like the one from last summer when Dave decided to see what would happen if he squeezed a fully engorged tick he pulled from one of the dogs. He couldn’t have stepped three feet to the left and done this over the very wipeable hardwood floors (no furniture rearrangement could hide that one).
We already had a blue/brown thing going in our living room, and certainly didn’t need any more brown added to the mix. I love how the pattern almost welcomes messes, as it kind of looks like a loosely orchestrated Rorschachian spill itself. Dave and I have a bet on how long it will take for Thatcher to “christen” the rug. He only gave it a day, and I bet three. We are on day four with no accidents, so everybody loses and yet… winning!
In other home design news: Did you know that Canadians refer to all sofas as Chesterfields and not just these? Totally rethinking the Barenaked Ladies lyrics now. Mind. Blown.
We’ve been scouting Craigslist for months for a reasonably priced church pew (my friend has one in her front room and I LOVE it). But then I found these theatre seats at The ScreenDoor for a steal and couldn’t resist. They make such a fun alternative to the typical bench. Well, okay, they are technically stadium seats, but calling them theatre seats makes us sound more like patrons of the arts and less like people who own a giant foam finger.
Last night after a fun-turned-frantic evening out with friends, I plopped myself down on our old, worn sectional in my favorite corner spot with a bowl of pasta and an episode of Frasier. I was in my total comfort zone. But 20 minutes later when I stood up to take my dish to the sink, I felt it. My entire bottom was soaking wet straight through to my skin. The blanket was wet as was the cushion. Not only had I been in my comfort zone, I was also in a giant pool of dog piss.
Last week, Dave and I celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary. On the actual day, I was getting over the flu and Dave was healing after a visit to urgent care where they had to extract a tiny piece of leather that had flecked off of our decaying couch and gotten lodged under his eyelid. So we celebrated with takeout, Frasier reruns and were in bed by ten (and they say romance is dead). With that in mind, it could not have been a better time to replace said couch. And the design Gods were on our side, because the Hickory Furniture Mart had its famous fall after market sale the weekend before, where we made our big anniversary gift purchase.
At full retail, their furniture can be a WEE bit pricey. But take their outlet prices, add 20% off the entire store during the after market sale, and you get kinda sorta within my budget if I rationalize it. I didn’t have a hard time listening to Reason this time because she was screaming, “Are you kidding me? You will NEVER find a Mitchell Gold + Bob Williams Chesterfield Sofa (aka The Chester) at this price again. EVER!” It was delivered yesterday, and I write this post to you with my legs stretched out on the couch that’s coveted by design addicts and recommended by top design blogs such as Design Sponge and Apartment Therapy. Happy anniversary to me! I mean us:)