abandoned in Reykjavik
I’ve designated this weekend the official CLEAN AND ORGANISE THE APARTMENT EXTRAVAGANZA. I’ve been here a month and a half, but if anyone dropped by unexpectedly, that person would think I moved yesterday. Yes, it’s that bad. But I’m making major headway today — I even hung pictures and installed shelving! How’s that for progress!
But I question the wisdom of keeping the living room futon couch and paying the movers extra money to hoist it up the side of the house from the fire escape. It’s shape and size is awkward for the current living room and now I’m thinking I should replace it with a loveseat. It got me to thinking how much I miss my red couch, the one I bought second-hand for a song from a neighbour on the sixth floor of my apartment on Beach Avenue in Vancouver. When she moved, her moving guys even delivered the couch to my suite for free! I was reminded of it when I saw the abandoned red couch in Reykjavik (above).
It’s not quite the same colour or even style, but there’s something about a red couch that always makes me think of mine. Here it is, where it lives now (or, at least it did in December 2004).
Maybe it’s time to check out Craigslist again.
Recent Comments