chesterfields

I lurve Chesterfield couches. They make every room look like a swank gentleman's club (which should allow ladies). My father hates them because he insists that they're wickedly uncomfortable, but having not sat in one in recent memory, I can neither agree with nor take issue with that statement. But they look cool. Especially in that second picture that looks a wee bit like a conservatory. I will have a conservatory some day, and will have a secret passage to the lounge, where Mr. Body will be found dead at the hands of Cl. Mustard with the candlestick. The lounge, that is. I want no blood on my conservatory.