Furniture - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The furniture was crammed into the room like an overstocked consignment store. There were solid wood pieces and peeling vinyl; there were floral lamps and sleek metal coat stands; there were coffee tables and and a random assortment of chairs. Tom picked his way through the room to a vacant armchair and sank into it. It wasn't at all what he'd been expecting. He knew his aunt was eclectic but she was also an artist. It wasn't just uncoordinated for colour, it wasn't coordinated for era, materials or size. Adding to the general disarray were the pot-plants; all of them healthy and taking over whatever space the furniture did not. His cell phone buzzed, a text. It was his aunt, she was outside in her car and wanted help to bring in an ottoman. Apparently it was a bargain.
The furniture was high end and bespoke. Every piece was hardwood and harked back to the victorian era, but not a scrap in the house was more than a year old. The fabrics were spotless and colour coordinate in muted natural hues. It looked comfortable and practical but by no means plush. Sitting there for polite conversation was easy enough to imagine but sinking into the armchair with a good book less so. It was the perfect place to entertain polite company. Emma wondered if there was another room with more casual pieces, a place to kick shoes off and curl up. She was going to be here a full year and dearly hoped she wouldn't have to be on best behaviour the whole time.
Liam's mother had bought the furniture in a manic phase. She had taken the money from his college fund and blown it on the original designer pieces that now graced their unheated home. The mildew had begun to settle into the upscale fabrics and it wasn't even comfortable. Looking back he should have made her return it, but she was so flushed with her "new business." She was going to make a fortune selling her hand-made earrings on Etsy and nothing he said could dissuade her. This furniture had symbolized her rise to a position in society she felt she deserved, now she saw it for what it really was. It was a year of rent payments, heating and water bills. It was a daily reminder to take her medication.
Looked like it was from the set of a futuristic science fiction movie, sleek metal frames, blackest leather seats, smooth lines, nothing excessive, minimalistic, chairs suspended from steel wires, streamlined, designed to fit into compact spaces.
All old and none matching.
Massive four poster canopy bed, glass fronted cabinet with polished cherry wood, chairs with carved backs and splendidly proportioned cabriole legs, dignified mahogany writing desk.
modern scandinavian designs, self assembly, no chintz, smooth lines, pragmatically dark colours, spill-hiding colours, toddler drool proof leather, crackers down the back of the couch, smell of spilt milk, dust bunnies peeking out from under the couch, scattered cushions, draped with discarded sweaters, messy bookshelf, puzzles on the floor, toys strewn across the couch, picture frames askew, dented aluminium picture frames, sleek walnut picture frames, dusty computer desk
chintz covered, lace doilies, patchwork quilts, embroidered chair covers, low rosewood coffee table, glass fronted bookcase, trophy display cabinet, solid oak desk, walnut bureau with three drawers to the right hand side, carved dining chairs, rustic kitchen table, swivel chair, button back couch, leather cushions, embroidered cushions, immaculate white canvas chairs, ergonomically designed chairs
battered armchairs, shabby, gate legged table with chipped Formica, lazy boy recliner, stained canvas chairs, dented and scratched pine table, sparse, decrepit, stinking, reeking, cigarette burns