
Steve: Though not as gorgeously tropical as her sister, this sofa definitely belongs to the same family. In a startling show of irreverence to form, these wilting billows of puffy floral fabric most resemble a tin of cake batter, caught in the process of rising to golden-baked goodness. As it stands, the cake is little more than half-baked, and not ready for consumption.
However, I’m placing an order for seven of those cute little raccoon statuettes.
David: Try as I might, I can’t stop obsessing on that pile of fabric (or is it baby clothing) on the right top edge of the “couch.” (That is a couch isn’t it and not a left over corpuscle prop from the 1969 Raquel Welch sci-fi classic Fantastic Voyage?) But that pile of patterned material. Why? Why? Why?