“A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.” — May Sarton
Yes, we have a worn, comfy chair in our house (I guess that means our house has a soul, thus we will see our house in heaven someday?) Our chair is snuggly comfy — and hideously ugly. I’ve thought about getting a slipcover for it, but slipcovering a recliner does not disguise the frumpy recliner shape. And I could get rid of it, but it seems nearly sinful to discard something we use literally everyday merely because of its looks.
So I live with our worn, comfy, ugly chair, even though it does not fit with the “decor” of the house. It’s the battle my budget-ecofriendly-practical self wages against my trendy-design-conscious self from time to time.
I would love to hear if you have a love/hate relationship with an object. Does form ever fight function in your home?
