I am addict I told the lady standing close to me at the store as I picked picked pillow after throw pillow including floor pillows, another young lady close to us with a baby in a stroller turned around to look at me in surprise. I laughed aloud having realized why she turned so sharply and the lady I was speaking to quickly waved her hands at her and said “no not what you think.” As we both started laughing at the young mother looked a bit embarrass but at least her fears were calmed.
Then my new friend whom I was addressing initially that attracted the young mum whispered see her shopping cart and immediately she got the joke and laughed. My cart was pilled up with pillows of all sizes, designs, colours and fabrics.
Yes! this is because I love throw pillows to the point of addiction now, I just can’t help it but something in the past triggered this love for throw pillows and I love every new design I see adorn my chairs or my floor.
It all happened years ago, as a young girl with my younger sister, we were returning back to school and we decided to go back with some friends. We went to this friends home but unfortunately she wasn’t there, we decided to sit in the family’s living room to wait. Of course it was a beautiful home compared to ours. We were just from a call it a humble home but others may classify us as poor then.
As we sat to wait, we placed the throw pillows in the couch on our laps. That was when the dad came in and immediately he saw us, he ask us to stand up drop the throw pillows. He furiously asked if the throw pillows were babies that we needed to place them on our laps. That who ever told us that throw pillows where to be taken from the couch and held like babies.
There we stood so shaken and in tears, we were told to go outside and sit but instead of sitting, we decided to leave in tears. All I could think of was, hmmm! this is because we were looked upon as poor kids, I kept trying to ask each person then I meet that has a throw pillow if it is wrong to hold it while sitting on a couch but the answers I got were the same.
Maybe the memory of that encounter never left my mind and today I love my throw/floor pillows. There are what adorns my home, They are never too much and love the patterns of my covers for them. In short you can call me a throw pillow collector and I love it.