Don’t tell anyone, but I never grew up thinking that sofa styles were particularly fascinating. The arms are usually rolled or straight, you add a few cushions, some wood or chrome legs and voila you have a couch. No big deal, right?
The weird thing is that I spent nearly 20 years of my life designing sofa collections. Before you take pity on me, I also cranked out countless chairs and sectional styles as well.
To be completely honest, sometimes I grew tired of coming up with a new twist on seating styles. I mean, how many different designs can you make from blocks of foam and wood? However, what kept my fuse lit was that I absolutely loved creating furniture that I imagined people living their lives upon.
Really, I mean it. Think about how much of your life has played out on your cushioned pieces. You plunk down on them and exhale after a long day. It’s often the place to go to have a a talk, a laugh, a cry or a snuggle. It’s where your family can unfold. For some, it’s a pet friendly zone. Or if you live like me, it’s home to a preposterously large bowl of popcorn and a fight over the remote.
Some people are quite attached to where they perch. They come home and beeline it straight to the same bum dented spot on the couch or a favorite chair. These are my people, although I must warn you they are also part of a new study. (Note: this study is only in my mind.)
These folks may suffer from what I refer to as TSD or Territorial Seating Disorder. You will recognize that you have this affliction if some unsuspecting soul sits in “your seat” and you suffer from a profound illogical angst followed by an unnatural desire to toss the “offending sitter” out the front door.
At the ripe age of 53, I take my sitting quite seriously and fully admit to having TSD.
So, with decades dedicated to stylish seating, it is fairly ironic that I arrived at my new home without a sofa to sit on. Sarasota marked a new chapter with a fresh start and new fabrics.
This was the first time in my life that I ever had to hunt for a sofa as a customer.
I love clean lines, narrow arms, cushy down seating and alabaster colored natural fabric, which looks great in a room, but are completely impractical for people who don’t live in a bubble.
After a long search and some serious sample sitting, I selected a crazy long, super cozy, down feather filled, snuggly slipcovered sofa with thin arms.
Her name is “Dolly” by Robin Bruce. She beckons you to sit into her cloud-like plump cushions. That is until you hear my shrill voice saying,
The barefooted designer,