In case you weren’t sufficiently dazzled by this blog post title, I will repeat it for you.
If you find randomly fragmented sentences appalling… I’m sorry. Please accept these photos as a token of my contrition:
I believe this style of sofa is called “wing-arm”, but don’t take my word on it – I welcome further education in furniture-style terminology!
The leather is worn in all the right ways, varying from faded emerald on the outside arms and backs to a more weathered olive on the inside back and seat.
To some people this “damage” might be unappealing, but to me, it’s perfect. It’s lived-in. It’s authentic.
Like John Wayne.
This finish wasn’t produced in an overseas factory, like a pair of designer jeans with perfectly placed tears. It was weathered and shaped by time, and now we get to play fortune teller and scrutinize its life line.
As much as I may not care for the color of this particular accent wall, I have to say that it has played nicely with so many pieces of furniture I’ve photographed in front of it – especially this sofa. And Bryan’s vintage style Fender amp just looked so swanky with the sofa, I had to repurpose it as a side table!
I also borrowed these kilim style pillows from my parents, because I had a very strong hunch that they desperately needed a date with this sofa. I think they hit it off quite nicely, don’t you?
And I’m happy to share that I’m making great strides in reforming my couch-floozy tendencies. My loyalty to my own chesterfield sofa stands, as of this moment, unwavering, and I will selflessly pass along this sexy sofa to someone else.
He’s all yours, ladies.