His feet rest on a hassock, and a pair of spectacles rest on the end of his long, whiskered nose.
I liked how she hesitated a little before easing into a smile; liked the slight heaviness of her body, its faint awkwardness, its air of mild tiredness; liked how, when she took off her shoes and placed her feet on the hassock, she would wiggle her toes slowly and say, crinkling her eyes, "That feels really, really good".
Already she is leading me to an armchair — my favorite one, with the thick armrests — where she places a pillow behind my head and touches my forehead with her hand, while at the same time she's lifting my feet onto the hassock, she's removing my shoes and pressing her cheek against my leg.
The mouse is sitting in his chair with his feet on the hassock and his open book face down on his lap.
Mr. Bradley is required to fall upon a fringed hassock and clutch it when he is overcome with emotion.
You had to wonder what he was thinking, watching on television with his balky left leg propped on a hassock.
Andrew Boyce's scenic design does not let the coffin and the armoire completely blot out the living room, which also contains a high-back chair with antimacassar and hassock, a dreary white iron bed, a hospital-style privacy screen and a deliberately unattractive small-print wallpaper.
Several lamps, a large desk, plenty of electrical outlets and a regal leather chair with a small hassock made for a comfortable environment that was a mix of traditional and contemporary.
It had been tricked out with all sorts of adorable retro items: a satin souvenir pillow from Fort Dix, N.J., with a really bad poem to "my sweetheart," a hassock covered with flowery vintage fabric, a padded dinette beneath the louvered windows.
We spent weeks moving stuff down to our basement: a predigital television, a microwave cart, a small table, an unraveling hassock and box after box of papers.
