Confession time. As a small child, I was kinda obsessed with rainbows. I was mad for colours and as many as possible in one place. I used to beg my parents to let me get a whole bunch of sample pots from Bristol paints and go crazy painting my room. I thought it was also a great way to paint a room for free. Lord knows how I love a bargain. However, my parents love of beige won out, of course (way to stunt my self-expression, Mum and Dad).
Little Bec would have thought this couch was the dog's bollocks. Am pretty sure I would have fantasised about owning this couch when I grew up. This was pre my New York loft fantasy, obviously.
Thankfully, as a grown-up (or at least someone who pretends to be one) I now accept that my previous obsession with colour was wrong. Much like my earlier love of Bros.
Grown-up Bec would prefer to see this couch thrown over that balcony in the background, preferably as John Howard and George Bush go for a powerwalk along the street.
I shall now stop referring to myself in the third person. Dziekuję.
3 comments:
OOOoooh so lovely! I'm kind of... speechless!
There is so much 80's in this couch.
I didn't think you could squeeze a decade into a couch, but there you have it.
Irrefutable proof!
I have to say that this is a truly horrible example of 'when colors go wrong'. It is way too happy for me nd looks as though it belongs somewhere depressing like centrelink or on a sidewalk
Having said that, there is absolutely nothing wrong with bros but i can't see them on this kind of couch - they need a leather one 'with attitude'!
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