Time in Syria

One of the things that always strikes me when I come back to the apartment in Damascus is its furniture. It's awful. I decided early on that I'd live with it because otherwise I would have to find somewhere to store it, and I would probably not want to take any replacements back to the UK with me, but... The bedroom furniture is particularly bad. I wouldn't mind so much if it were simple, plain, square stuff, but it's all horrible curves, and multiple colours, plastic mother-of-pearl handles, gold trimmings and inset mirrors. I wouldn't mind so much if it were well-made, but every hinge and lock is wonky, so doors won't close or stay closed. I wouldn't mind so much if it were in scale with the room, but it's all too big and bulgy. It all looks like reject props from the set of "Dallas".

Labels: Syria