This is my version of the dangling carrot. It’s my motivation to achieve the “purge everything in the hovel” goal I have set for myself.
We are not really orange velvet couch sort of people. That being said. I love this couch. And it’s not really orange. It’s something called “Sunshine”. Truth be told, it’s really a settee, which, I guess, is just a fancier way of saying loveseat. I can’t imagine telling someone to “have a seat on the settee and I’ll be right with you.” (Nor can I imagine a scenario in which I’d have to “be right with” someone in my living room — but these are the things I think about when furniture shopping.) So, I’ll just call it a loveseat because insofar as we are not orange couch sort of people, we are really NOT “Sunshine Settee” sort of people.
I’m not married to the “sunshine” option. It also comes in purple, turquoise, and olive. Oh, and gray, which they call “elephant”. So, we’ll probably settle for the gray, which I will call “elephant”, because, well, it just sounds better than “gray”, don’t you think? Also, anyone who knows anything about us knows that “elephant” is really more in keeping with who we are than “sunshine”. Yeah. We’re definitely more “elephant” than “sunshine” sort of people.
Of course, unless I can come up with a wicked austerity plan (one that Fang and Fangette can also agree upon), which may include not eating on a daily basis, there’s a good chance that I’ll never get it at all. Unless it goes on sale. Big sale. Because it’s over $1500. Certainly we are NOT “$1500 Elephant Settee” sort of people. Although, if we cut out the daily meals, all three of us could, presumably, fit on the settee at the same time. Bonus!
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