She was a bit of a lazy cushion really.....with a lack of desire to expend any effort....to relax in a comfy chair with a book, quilt over her bias binding and a tasty sweetmeat to pick at, was the order of the day.....
He was of a similar persuasion...soft buttery leather, made for comfort, a book and a beer at his side was his favourite pastime.
She was a little over 36 and longed for a partner...the words ' left on the shelf ' were beginning to haunt her and she knew that, no amount of plastic surgery was going to find her a chair....that was something that only she could do.
Oh, how she longed for marriage...to wear that beautiful ivory cover was an ambition that she had had for years..........
She decided that, tonight was the night and zipped herself into her Chanel slipcover .....
She had been out with chairs from a similar background......
............ even been to bed with a few, but it had meant nothing.....
.....but, when she met the squishy, comfy, upholstered chair, with Royalty in his webbing, it had been love at first touch.......but to no avail....she was a commoner, so , no future there.
There had been others, of course...... the gorgeous chair from the cellar.......
.....the handsome love seat from the garden........
.... the serious but, oh so intelligent winged chair from the study.............
.......... and who could forget the oh so comfortable chaise longue in the drawing room ?
A favourite dalliance had been with the old armchair from the cottage, but the age gap just wouldn't have worked, she knew that now.
She had even, once experimented with a girly pink chair in the Conservatory, but had realised that she wasn't ' that way ' at all !!!!
But no chair had ever stolen her stuffing like the white daybed overlooking the garden, in the Salon.......... but even that hadn't worked out as, horror of horrors....
.......... the daybed had been having an affair with the lovely, diaphanous and flirtatious iron chair in the Boudoir and only had buttons for her..........
....and were now the proud parents of triplets !!!! She had resigned herself that she was always meant to be alone..........
.......... a cushion never to lay with a chair ......... just a cushion among cushions......left on a shelf.....
He was of a similar persuasion...soft buttery leather, made for comfort, a book and a beer at his side was his favourite pastime.
She was a little over 36 and longed for a partner...the words ' left on the shelf ' were beginning to haunt her and she knew that, no amount of plastic surgery was going to find her a chair....that was something that only she could do.
Oh, how she longed for marriage...to wear that beautiful ivory cover was an ambition that she had had for years..........
She decided that, tonight was the night and zipped herself into her Chanel slipcover .....
She had been out with chairs from a similar background......
............ even been to bed with a few, but it had meant nothing.....
.....but, when she met the squishy, comfy, upholstered chair, with Royalty in his webbing, it had been love at first touch.......but to no avail....she was a commoner, so , no future there.
There had been others, of course...... the gorgeous chair from the cellar.......
.....the handsome love seat from the garden........
.... the serious but, oh so intelligent winged chair from the study.............
.......... and who could forget the oh so comfortable chaise longue in the drawing room ?
A favourite dalliance had been with the old armchair from the cottage, but the age gap just wouldn't have worked, she knew that now.
She had even, once experimented with a girly pink chair in the Conservatory, but had realised that she wasn't ' that way ' at all !!!!
But no chair had ever stolen her stuffing like the white daybed overlooking the garden, in the Salon.......... but even that hadn't worked out as, horror of horrors....
.......... the daybed had been having an affair with the lovely, diaphanous and flirtatious iron chair in the Boudoir and only had buttons for her..........
....and were now the proud parents of triplets !!!! She had resigned herself that she was always meant to be alone..........
.......... a cushion never to lay with a chair ......... just a cushion among cushions......left on a shelf.....maybe the girly pink chair in the Conservatory was still available !!!!!!!!
Jackie
Jackie
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