A blush pink velvet sofa
Hello from my breakfast bar.
Now, I’ve written that because I’ve found I really enjoy having a breakfast bar.
If you had asked me what I was looking for in a home before I moved house, a breakfast bar would have been low on the agenda, but significantly higher than a jacuzzi, and the irony is, I now have both.
The breakfast bar is a joy, I sit and work at it with ever-changing views through the kitchen windows: cows plodding off for milking, lambs skittering, Snowdonia visible then hidden for weeks, and, from about midday, red kites patiently circling above my neighbour’s garden waiting to be fed chicken. The jacuzzi is a far noisier joy, but still an unexpected pleasure.
I suppose this is what happens in life, you get to a certain age (whatever that is) and you have established what you like or don’t as a result of choices, associations, prejudices, taste, class, value and thus have a mental checklist which automatically kicks in when you see something – from clothes to a breakfast bar: ‘That’s me’ or ‘That isn’t…’
My point is, we should never let the categories close – what if these preferences were hereditary and you’ve never really had the space to think about what you really like?
Without my two recent accidental acquisitions, I would have missed utter delight and with this philosophy in play, I have ordered a ‘completely unlike me’ blush pink velvet sofa!
A dear friend, stunned to silence by this odd revelation, eventually offered to help sponge off stains. Well, that’s a bonus for me. It means she’ll be here for a visit. Win Win.
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