Nevermind, I’m way too busy to do that.
I just realized this design is so simple I could totally build it on my own. I have all the tools already.
Plus, I could design the arms/backs to be removable so I have infinite options.
And I could get the perfect fabric.
And I could stuff it with memory foam and have the most comfy couch ever.
And I could install magnets inside each side of the cubes so they will stay put once assembled!
Or I could just buy a fucking couch and stop being so nutty.
But how amazing would that be if I built it?
So, I was really really bored today so I decided to continue my quest.
After travelling this far, I remembered a couch I had seen far back at Crate & Barrel. I loved the concept but I hated the colors they offered, and it wasn’t particularly comfortable
Here is the inspiration
I love the concept, it is clean and simple. It was really uncomfortable because the cushions are made with some recyled materal roughly as comfortable as sitting on a rock.
I also didnt like that it had no arms. This is a couch for miserable people with no elbows.
Unfortunately, since I have not only one but two elbows this just wont do.
So I’m having my own made, but there are so many options for pieces I cant decide!However, I have foud several companies who offer a similar product and specialize in very customized furniture.
So here is the new concept:
A sectional couch made up of a series of modular cubes (or rectangles) that can be assembled or reassembled in a lot of ways.
I have made a chart of some of my thoughts. Each piece also works alone as a chair.
I also offered some of the colors I am considering so you can imagine them better.
Which is your favorite or which pieces would you buy and how many of each?
When I heard the song come on the radio yesterday I couldn’t help but remember.
I was 17 and I still loved you.
I was standing on a balcony in Italy, overlooking the Alps.
I was freezing.
As always, I had smoked too many cigarettes.
When I heard her singing I could smell the stale tobacco on my coat.
I could taste it.
I could see my breath sigh its way into the evening.
God, I really missed you.
Its so strange how vivid some memories are.
Flash forward and I’m standing in the airport:
It was New Year’s Eve.
I called to tell you I wanted you back.
I called to tell you I had a bottle of champagne.
You answered and told me you had plans with someone else.
I didn’t know I still had any thought of you left.
Guess I was wrong.
I’m so glad I left you.