The couch is in the house, and it is a great thing. It is big, it is soft and it is unquestionably the highlight of our rumpus room. Looks like I need to spiff up the rest of the house, just so the couch does not stick out as out as one nice item in the house. That is a problem that I am happy to have, as I am sure that my swaddled pillows contraption came with no notions of comfort, let alone class.

Well, here it is:

Yes, that is fake stone behind the couch. A good number of our walls are going through some sort of identity crisis. Another entire wall in the rumpus room has transformed into a mirror. That's right, floor to ceiling for a good two to three meters in width. (I did my best to cover most of it, but a full length mirror does come in pretty handy.) In the kitchen, the wall above the oven is pho-brick. That is, they took real bricks, cut off the brick's face and glued them upon the wall in a brick-like pattern.

I love the walls. In fact they are one of the bigger reasons we took our flat. I have no idea why I like them. Maybe it is just that they are so different from all those other walls out there. People just don't seem to put in as much effort into walls as they used to. It's a damn shame, too.