Bianchi Lanes

images-2 My apartment is at a standstill, still waiting for the couch to arrive. Rumor has it, it’s in Vegas playing the slots.

When I look into the living room, the term space takes on all new meaning thinking, hey..maybe I should rent it out, or plant a few trees.

I’m not used to relying on other people, issue number one.  Efficiency is my middle name so this decorator’s limbo I’m in feels strange, like I’m marinating in hot sauce.

Focus on the positive, it’s been suggested.  Since when do you care about furniture anyway?


Now…now that I’ve won more than the Home Jeopardy Game, and to be quite honest, it pisses me off.  I don’t want to give a shit about inanimate objects that, let’s face it, couldn’t give a shit about me.  I kinda miss my beat-up desk with the grape juice stains along the front, this recent acquisition being Queen Elizabeth in comparison.


How did I become so fucking legitimate?

There was something to be said for being Bonnie Parker.



About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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28 Responses to Bianchi Lanes

  1. micklively says:

    A couch is not a “thing” but a fundamental human right, appearing on Maslow’s hierarchy, and protected by a Geneva convention (or something like that). Couch estrangement is a recognised form of torture. Even Bonnie was allowed a couch.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, maybe instead of a couch you’re getting a sofa. Sofas are much more high maintenance and are never on time!

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  3. Elle Knowles says:

    It took us three years or more to decide collectively on which new sofa to buy and then actually buy it. We did have a sofa in the meantime, although pretty well worn and beat up. So I know what you mean about waiting. You’ll be thrilled when it finally arrives. Meanwhile, you could get some orange crates and maybe a bean bag chair? But that would be taking it to extremes wouldn’t it? Good things come to those who wait…~Elle

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  4. I had a designer friend. He would cringe when anyone used the word couch! That was like 40 years ago and it still hangs with me. I giggle every time I hear it. Perhaps your couch is waiting for you to call it “Her Royal Majesty!”

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  5. Lynn says:

    Imagine how excited you will be when it finally makes it’s way to your apartment! In the meantime, maybe turning some music & use your living room as a dance studio!

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  6. The longer your sofa takes to get there, the more it’s going to seem like a big fat unwanted house guest when it’s there for a couple days…lol. I’m sorry but I can just imagine your face thinking … “Jesus Christ when are you leaving?”

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  7. I love reading your writing, Susannah. You stand out as a writer who has such great turns of phrase. That being said, I hope the inanimate objects either clean up in Vegas or go bust and finally arrive, couch cushions between their legs. Check the cracks for loose quarters though, just in case.

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