It’s possible that I have an unhealthy obsession with cushions. I’m unable to walk past cushions in a homewares shop without stopping to consider and, sometimes, caress them. Weird, I know. I can’t explain it, except to say that cushions are so soft and tactile.
I knew I had a real problem on my hands when I counted the cushions in our house. Fifteen in total. And only 3 sofas. One isn’t really a sofa, more of a fold-up bed, but I digress.
Back to the cushions. You see, when we finished our fireplace makeover, I wanted to update the look of the living room to fit in with the new fireplace and to cover the ‘brown-ness’ of the sofa. So, I went shopping with the intention of browsing for cushions, but I ended up coming home with one (or ten) too many.
Here is my loot:
The conundrum was: do I keep them all? I really didn’t want to return any, they were all so… well, you already know how I feel about cushions. But if I kept them all, there would be nowhere for anybody to sit, and James might have a minor heart attack when he saw the credit card statement. I um and ahhed for way too long before I decided on this combo:
The rest of the cushions are strategically hidden in closets throughout the house. I am literally a closet cushion addict. And yet, I am still craving one more cushion. Just. One. More.