Still, something clicked. I really could do with a new sofa, too. A cosy one. Hubby, who puts looks over comfort any time (want to know why he chose me, then? Beats me. I have no idea.), resists. Hand-made settees from seventies Italy trump snugness, obviously.
"Why doesn´t anyone ask ME if I want a new sofa? I´m a fashion blogger, too. I´m sure I could write the most darling little blog entry about it." Me, whining.
He looked at me with a very strange expression on his face.
"No, you could not." - "Of course, I could. Do you want to tell me that I can´t write? Someone wants to sleep on the sofa tonight? You know - the uncomfortable one?" - "You can´t, because you are not nice." - "Now, what do you mean by that?"- "You are not a very nice person. You are bitchy. Fashion bloggers need to be liked by lots of people, so the giveaways pay off. Your blog is a niche product.You will never make money out of it. I would be surprised if someone would as much as give you an ice cream cone for free. Most of the times you are not even kind towards me." - "Why should I? You never gave me a comfortable sofa." - "See?"
So, just for the records and the, I am convinced, very nice and kind PR people from Knoll: I´m sure I can be extremely commercial. Mass appeal galore. And imagine how nice this new sofa would look with my vintage Elsa Peretti candlesticks.
Oh, and Hubby says hi and could you throw in a new kitchen, too.