Really Reagan? Rum and YooHoo?

Yeah, he's doing that on one side of the scale, and I'm researching aromatic bitters and interesting cocktails on the other. Lucky for me, there's some blog event about vermouth this month, so I have something to do with our bottle besides martinis, which rarely appeal to me. Hence the bitters research.

But this isn't a post about cocktail hour! (Half hour, really, or more like 20 minutes because I use it to bribe Reagan into a second episode of Arrested Development.) No, this is a post about expectations. And things I've made out of spare cardboard.

When I left Savannah, I hoped my era of cardboard furniture....

.... was over.

Between Reagan joining the Marines and us saving up money this year, I thought a little cash for real furniture was a sure thing. Boy was I wrong.

Sure, we have chairs and a table of real wood, plus clothes storage that isn't piles on the floor and cardboard boxes, but...



Aside from our bed (two flights of stairs above our studio), that's the most comfortable seat in the house. Here's a shot without me obstructing the view:



I had a bunch of cardboard boxes to break down after we bought Ikea furniture and ordered other things online. I have a cardboard box fetish or something. The smaller ones are piled in the workshop. I had planned on breaking down those too destroyed to reuse (or too big and flat to be useful) to see new life as canvases. How I happened on the idea to fashion it into a lounge... I don't remember. But lounge it is!




The base is made of strips of cardboard, each about 3.5" wide and of lengths from 18 to 30", rolled into spirals and fastened with scotch tape.




The back is two big pieces of rolled cardboard, the lower one stuffed with a bunch of paper that was helping pack our scanner.



Not the most comfortable seat ever, but with another blanket and a couple pillows, it'll be a nice place to rest. And big enough for two!



More about that scanner business and the tender red buds of poetry when I've lost and regained my focus enough to write again.