Right now our apartment looks as far away from this as it gets. With a disgusting old persian matt on the floor that makes everybody drop, moving boxes overflowing with things(clothes) and a smoke alarm more sensitive than a pregnant woman on her period, the feeling of cuddling up on the couch with a cup of tea( read appletini) and lots of lit lanterns trying to reach that cozy feeling is harder than losing fat on my ass.
A year ago my mother brought home these horrendous seating cushions, quite happy with her buy, while I secretly puked in my mouth. Now, the first thing she says while taking them out of their den was:
- OMG can't you remake them?!?
Fittingly enough I had just bought some new african printed cotton canvas that's perfect for withstanding our weathers beatings, as we are to lazy to take them in everytime. A good hour later, voilá!