Couch Shopping

The other day my mate and I went couch shopping. We’re moving into a place together and we want to get a good couch for the communal living area, so we decided, instead of buying a crappy one each, we’d both chuck in money and get a nice one. We went on down to the up market district of town and started to have a look around at the show rooms. These were a bit too up market for us, but definitely nice, we were especially eyeing off a super long leather job, that was way too far out of budget. These stores were really strange, the really up market ones had strange accessories that came with the furniture; weird cushions, magazines, candles. There was even a couch (I should say chair) that was apparently a genuine Vatican replica (very oxymoronic) that came with some holy water and some premium rosary beads.

Anyway, we went on to the next shop, we were really looking for one of those long couches you see on Mad Men, the ones that all the ad guys sleep on after a long day of womanising and drinking scotch. We found a really sweet cream coloured one that we eventually decided was the right one. It had 5 seat cushions and it was really long, so we could have a bunch of people over and we’d all fit on the thing. Getting it back to our place was another matter, it was a really bugger, the store said they could take it to our house, but they weren’t going to bring it in. So my mate and I had to carry that thing up the stairs of our house, there was a lot of expletives and stubbed thumbs after that.

But it all worked out in the end, we got our couch in and my cat settled in right away. Good purchase.

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