um, is that a stain where one’s butt would be??? EEEEWWWW
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on November 11th, 2009 at 10:31 am
Kathryn A said:
I love the domestic drama that trash tells – like the toy drum kit I saw on top of a neighbor’s trash can. This one looks like an interrupted project, and I can imagine the occupants inside, angrily removing all the DIY blogs from their bookmark list.
For some of us, buying new is not a choice, but a biological imperative.
Basic structure doesn’t look so bad, maybe a self reupholster project?
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on November 11th, 2009 at 2:32 pm
Connie Harbor said:
I’d take ‘em in a heartbeat! Steam cleaning and slip covers – minimal expense for maximum effect. Assuming, of course, that they are still structurally sound!
The other day I saw a faux oak wall unit from the ealry 60’s hanging on the corner like a prostitute with a FREE sign hung around it’s unattractive neck and I thought I should receive some kind of bonus for even LOOKING at it.
Be aware of “FREE”. Be extremely aware! When my son was 20 and we were living in LA (Studio City) to be exact–he just moved out on his own with a friend.. Jason worked construction with my husband and he had come over to help load the truck early one morning then they were off for the day when they happened to cross paths with a BEAUTUFUL brown suede sofa–they looked at each other and questioned why such a fine piece of furniture would be sitting curbside. They threw on the brakes and backed the truck up and got out to closer examine their “find”. Jason and his room mate had no furniture except the basics–a flat screen 62 inch Sony television with surround sound from Cost-co and a hand-me-down frig full of beer. A man has to have his priorities straight. My husband informed my son after checking out the sofa that the owner must be re-decorating and since we were living in such an upscale area they probably had money to burn and just got tired of it and kicked it to the curb and on and on and on…explaining the many scenarios of why this outstanding piece of furniture would be homeless since it looked store room condition. My husband helped the more than excited Jason to load the sofa on the back of the truck and deliver it back to his apartment. His roommate helped get the sofa carried up two flights of stairs (3rd floor) sofa unable to fit in elevator and barely through the living room entry door. Did I say it was a oversized, beautiful sofa that was obviously of fine design and of great expense? They all left reluctantly that morning for their perspective jobs eager to return that night and sit on their beautiful soft sofa, drink beer and watch T.V. In fact they made several phone calls back and forth to each other that day to discuss where to put the sofa–in front of the picture window, on the wall opposite the fireplace or on the wall facing the picture window to have a view. The options seemed limitless since there was no other pieces of furniture competing with its placement. My husband said he wished Jason had not been with him when he spied the sofa because it would have gone great in our family room. It was unanimous, everyone LOVED that sofa! The next day Jason and his room mate got up to a horrible stench reeking in the living room. They searched high and low. Could one of their friends have left a food container of kimchee somewhere? They did not want to admit it but the stench was coming from the proximity of their new much loved and admired sofa. Yes, sad to say it was reeking of cat urine! The undeniable odor of “La Puss”. It seems the odor was not noticable when the sofa sat out in the fresh air and sunshine, but once that monster was legged up two sets of stairs and crammed through a door and sat in a hot apartment with the sun shining in on it the fumes began to rise. And. Rise. They. Did. Jason called my husband to ask him to come help them remove the sofa and return it to the curb. I am not lying when I say Rick said there was tears in those young mens eyes when they turned their backs on their newly acquired friend that fateful morning. Upon returning home that night the sofa was GONE! It was a short lived love affair but one that will never be forgotten. Two days later Rick and Jason were driving through the neighborhood to find the same sofa sitting on a different curb. When going home that night the sofa was gone. Several days later the sofa was spied a few blocks further away–Toluca Lake area this time. The last time it was spotted it was in Burbank. There should be a movie made to just see how far this sofa could travel called:
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Sofa. My husband said he should have known it was too good to be true. He should have listened to his old motto “If it can’t pass the sniff test then don’t take it home”. He said it never let him down in the past and now he knows it is a good rule of thumb—even for sofas.
Take Care!
um, is that a stain where one’s butt would be??? EEEEWWWW
I love the domestic drama that trash tells – like the toy drum kit I saw on top of a neighbor’s trash can. This one looks like an interrupted project, and I can imagine the occupants inside, angrily removing all the DIY blogs from their bookmark list.
For some of us, buying new is not a choice, but a biological imperative.
Looks like the perfect place for Honkey the Cat’s next nap
That’s a pretty color!
Basic structure doesn’t look so bad, maybe a self reupholster project?
I’d take ‘em in a heartbeat! Steam cleaning and slip covers – minimal expense for maximum effect. Assuming, of course, that they are still structurally sound!
The do look comfy!
Gah! They. I’ll submit that one to your growing list of spelling changes.
The other day I saw a faux oak wall unit from the ealry 60’s hanging on the corner like a prostitute with a FREE sign hung around it’s unattractive neck and I thought I should receive some kind of bonus for even LOOKING at it.
Be aware of “FREE”. Be extremely aware! When my son was 20 and we were living in LA (Studio City) to be exact–he just moved out on his own with a friend.. Jason worked construction with my husband and he had come over to help load the truck early one morning then they were off for the day when they happened to cross paths with a BEAUTUFUL brown suede sofa–they looked at each other and questioned why such a fine piece of furniture would be sitting curbside. They threw on the brakes and backed the truck up and got out to closer examine their “find”. Jason and his room mate had no furniture except the basics–a flat screen 62 inch Sony television with surround sound from Cost-co and a hand-me-down frig full of beer. A man has to have his priorities straight. My husband informed my son after checking out the sofa that the owner must be re-decorating and since we were living in such an upscale area they probably had money to burn and just got tired of it and kicked it to the curb and on and on and on…explaining the many scenarios of why this outstanding piece of furniture would be homeless since it looked store room condition. My husband helped the more than excited Jason to load the sofa on the back of the truck and deliver it back to his apartment. His roommate helped get the sofa carried up two flights of stairs (3rd floor) sofa unable to fit in elevator and barely through the living room entry door. Did I say it was a oversized, beautiful sofa that was obviously of fine design and of great expense? They all left reluctantly that morning for their perspective jobs eager to return that night and sit on their beautiful soft sofa, drink beer and watch T.V. In fact they made several phone calls back and forth to each other that day to discuss where to put the sofa–in front of the picture window, on the wall opposite the fireplace or on the wall facing the picture window to have a view. The options seemed limitless since there was no other pieces of furniture competing with its placement. My husband said he wished Jason had not been with him when he spied the sofa because it would have gone great in our family room. It was unanimous, everyone LOVED that sofa! The next day Jason and his room mate got up to a horrible stench reeking in the living room. They searched high and low. Could one of their friends have left a food container of kimchee somewhere? They did not want to admit it but the stench was coming from the proximity of their new much loved and admired sofa. Yes, sad to say it was reeking of cat urine! The undeniable odor of “La Puss”. It seems the odor was not noticable when the sofa sat out in the fresh air and sunshine, but once that monster was legged up two sets of stairs and crammed through a door and sat in a hot apartment with the sun shining in on it the fumes began to rise. And. Rise. They. Did. Jason called my husband to ask him to come help them remove the sofa and return it to the curb. I am not lying when I say Rick said there was tears in those young mens eyes when they turned their backs on their newly acquired friend that fateful morning. Upon returning home that night the sofa was GONE! It was a short lived love affair but one that will never be forgotten. Two days later Rick and Jason were driving through the neighborhood to find the same sofa sitting on a different curb. When going home that night the sofa was gone. Several days later the sofa was spied a few blocks further away–Toluca Lake area this time. The last time it was spotted it was in Burbank. There should be a movie made to just see how far this sofa could travel called:
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Sofa. My husband said he should have known it was too good to be true. He should have listened to his old motto “If it can’t pass the sniff test then don’t take it home”. He said it never let him down in the past and now he knows it is a good rule of thumb—even for sofas.
Take Care!