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There has been an ongoing debate between my sweetheart and I for some time now: whether cushions actually make a sofa more or less comfortable. Of course I have always strongly fought the side that cushions are brilliant so of course they enhance a sofa. My boyfriend claims the aesthetic does not outweigh the fact the sofa is better to sit on without them.
This may be because he’s not actually allowed to sit *on* them. Cushions are too nice to go under a bottom, no matter how lovely the bottom is. They are to be sat in front of and leaned back on to. They are not there for comfort but to look good. Cushions are to be admired and not plunge a hand into as you get up off the sofa. You can see the trouble we’ve had.
I have cushions of every size and shape. Of every pattern and colour. Cushions that look like a bag of chips, several in various 70s patterns bought from eBay and one in the shape of a dinosaur, named Dougie. These have covered my teal two seater entirely from left to right, reducing the actual sitting space by about a third. Even if you are the only person on the sofa it was crowded.
Every time we want to use the sofa bed the cushions have to be taken off and stacked neatly beside the sofa, a process that takes far longer than it should. After the bed has been used, the cushions need to be unstacked and placed back in a suitable order. However what usually happens is someone (me) loses interest and they remain on the floor until lunchtime. This meant they would inevitably be stood on. It is gave my boyfriend’s kids the idea for a stepping stone game involving the floor as the sea. Later on, when one was being used a booster seat for dinner, I decided enough was enough. I needed a cushion cull.
It was hard to choose which ones to keep and I couldn’t look Dougie in the eye as he was packed into a suitcase to take to storage. But there were two cushions I knew would always stay. Both of them were presents and both of them are fabulous women.
The first one is from one of my favourite shops in London, We Built This City, which is on Carnaby Street and you also buy everything online on their terrific website. WBTC are “revolutionising London souvenirs” and they have everything from full English breakfast pencils to pigeon washi tape. They also have work with loads of brilliant artists who are all inspired by the city.
My Queen Elizabeth I cushion is made by Victoria Crossman, who sadly seems to be offline at the moment but does promise she’ll be back soon. It’s a fabulous depiction of Liz in a very ornate ruff overseeing the empire, one hand on her globe and watching her ships coming in. I love a queen and also The Queen so anything royal I’m up for. I saw this cushion, screamed that I loved it and forgot about until my birthday when it was bought for me as a present. People who remember things you point out should always be treasured. I love it because it’s so detailed, the colours are thrilling and it’s got a terrific sense of humour.
I bought the other cushion when I’d been doing some work on the Southbank and wandered into The National Theatre for a cup of tea and their wifi. Their shop is also well worth a browse and they had a huge display for their 2015 production of The Beaux Stratagem. There were tote bags and notebooks and right in the middle, this sumptuous cushion. I bought it immediately and then went to the box office to book tickets. I love a bawdy restoration comedy and every time I see this cushion I think of fans, big wigs and high class jinks. I’m looking her in the eye right now and she’s willing me to have a G&T and a French Fancy.
I’ve been forced to concede a life with less cushions is better and these ladies are more than enough lounging on the sofa. Though I do think this Oliver Bonas sheepskin number would just sit with them nicely.