I’m new to this blogging thing, but love the idea of a weekly round-up. Fortunately, this week, it’s on one of my favorite
subjects: State Department furniture.
We’ve been in since 1988, so I could tell you stories, starting with that orange flowered brocade couch that almost dropped me in my tracks when I came “home” to my first State apartment in La Paz. It did, however, coordinate nicely with the intriguing fake oak furniture with the fake wicker insets and glass tops. And the recliner with cigarette burns all over it.
Not that we had any kind of great furniture ourselves, mind you. But I can tell you this: there was nothing orange in the lot. Not one thing. And no one paid a gazillion dollars to ship it from the home district of some North Carolina congressman to the far corners of the world, either.
For the most part, over the years, I avoided taking pictures of my furniture whenever possible. But here’s a few that sneaked in.
La Paz, 1989. This is the faded, funky 70s earth-toned loveseat that coordinated with the toxic orange sofa. It did not coordinate at all with the cat.
Lusaka, 1992. More groovy furniture. The sharp brass corners were ideal for a toddler’s room.
San Salvador 1996. I really don’t think I can say anything about those chairs. It’s bad enough having to look at them again. Every time we stay at a Marriott.
In Prague, they re-upholstered the dreaded blue brocade sofas for us. Unfortunately, they did this before I got to post in 2000, and my husband chose the fabric. He chose white polyester. For all the sofas, chairs, and dining room chairs seats. Awesome decision, dear.
Oh, and there was a pink and green paisley carpet in the living room when I got there. I am not making this up. Must have sneaked into the house in the dead of night. I had it rolled up and set out in the garage for GSO to pick up by the end of the first day. I kind of wish I had taken a picture now.
Crazed preteen had a little brother. With lots of grubby little friends. By the last year of the tour, we had embraced the college student aesthetic and just thrown tablecloths, serapes, huipils–whatever I could dig out of our FS stash–over everything.
Even though we’re all more or less grown up now, I have one word for our next post: slipcovers. Don’t care what they cost, I’m getting them. If I can find slipcovers for the dining set, I’ll buy those, too. And they sure as heck won’t be polyester, brocade, or white.