We recently bought a second hand lounge suite.

We’ve been on the lookout for this type of Tessa lounge suite for a few years. The reason it’s been hard to find is that the hipsters seem to grab onto them once they get on the market. They are a well sought after brand after the factory closed down some years back.

Over the last couple of days, we moved out our huge green recliner lounge out hopefully to sell it (buyers seem to get interested then change their minds because they want it for free). We put the Tessa into our lounge room and all of a sudden we had so much more space! (Also light! The cream colour made everything look brighter).

Given that the lounge suite is from the early 80s, I put down the flokati rug (shag pile) so now our lounge has this vintage vibe going on. The wood, pottery, baskets, shag pile, crochet granny square blankets, the pot plants. I love it. It reminds me of the furniture I grew up with in our family home. Everything that is modern, chrome, glass, cold, sleek or grey I despise and don’t want it in our home.

Im not a fan of minimalism when it comes to your home space. I’m determined to make our house look like it’s been time warped to 1976 because it exudes a cosiness (many people comment on how “at home” they feel when they stay with us), and a place devoted to music (CD, vinyls and tapes), games, movies (VHS and DVDs) books in every room, real art works on the walls, my knitting scattered everywhere. I want our space to inspire us – a place of where we feel – at home.

(All that is missing is macrame. And more cane. Maybe an orange table lamp or a lava lamp…)

Anyway, I digress.

Pud is a bit lost with the change although he’s claimed Andrew’s swivel chair. Imagine Andrew’s surprise when he walks in expecting to sit and relax in his chair, he sees this. ?

Pud used to sit between Andrew’s legs on the recliner or just behind him, on top of the lounge, near Andrew’s head. However, this new lounge doesn’t have a recliner nor can he get comfortable (all 8 kilos of him) sitting on top of the chair.

As a result, Pud sits on his paunches and with his head low and eyes low, he looks down. At times, he walks around Andrew’s feet and he groans.

He physically groans like some old man annoyed and trying to understand why the chair doesn’t extend so he could jump up and sit between Andrew’s legs.

Oh well. I do feel sorry for the cat who feels out of sorts with this change. Thankfully he hasn’t expressed his displeasure through urinating on the lounge (but he has scratched it quite a lot). That’s a small plus.

Over time, I think he’ll just have to get used to it.