Warning: This is most definitely going to be a proud homeowner post. Stop reading now if you have no interest whatsoever in my latest furniture purchases or ramblings.
You see, a couple of weeks ago, Al and myself spent the day zooming around London on the hunt for the perfect sofa. After visiting every sofa shop under the sun, we ended up in our favourite homeware shop, Dwell. Now we predicted this would happen and had already marked our catalogue (which makes me sound so old) on every page that promoted something we liked.
I’d like to say it was love at first sight, but I was hangry – a not-so pleasant mix of hungry and angry – and completely over furniture shopping at this point. Luckily Al knows the signs and bought me a fat burger to shut me up before dragging me back. After making Al and the salesman rearrange the shop, putting everything I liked in one place so I could see it all together, I fell in love.
I could sit my fat ass on this sofa all day, every day.
Know any good homeware shops? Hook me up.