Sentence examples for sagging sofa from inspiring English sources

He is reminded by his sagging sofa of "the sham upholstery that is put in coffins".

Lucian Freud has painted his studio with its sagging sofa and pile of paint rags into his pictures for years.

"I think of an aging face as a sagging sofa which has to be restuffed so the pillows fluff up to their beautiful original shape," Dr. Brandt said.

The piano area, with its sheet music and brass candlesticks on top of the upright, belonged to his mother; the kitchen, with its warping linoleum and black stone sink, to Granny; the front room, with its sagging sofa and dusty view of the neighbors, to Grampop; and the front vestibule and door to Daddy, who was always going out or coming in.

Perched on the edge of a sagging sofa, next to a pine twig that had been stuck in a beer bottle — a Christmas tree, houseboat-size — Dominique Ellis, 23, who works in marketing, confessed that she had wanted to compare the houseboat with the basement in Astoria, Queens, that she shares with three unemployed actors.

While we refuse to believe that there's such thing as too much Netflix and chill, your sagging sofa may show otherwise.

Mrs Ayres is a soignée woman living in the midst of decrepitude, well groomed despite the fact that she cohabits with sagging sofas, peeling walls, threadbare rugs.

Bayhead Harbor offers the prospect of an enticing new world, far away from the "soft, formless, graceless things, soiled and sagging sofas, worn vinyl chairs" of her hometown.

That said, it's hard to imagine something so scabrous winning the approval of the Mercury judges, whose vision of music that represents Britain appears to be based on viewing Britain as a place where people drink designer beers in chic bars, not cans of lager on sagging sofas.

That both Chas (bushy beard, round face, piano) and Dave (trimmed beard, narrower face, hat, bass) are sitting on sagging sofas in the upstairs room of a backstreets London pub is only slightly less surprising than Chas having been Deep Purple's bassist for a night.

We took the elevator up to his parliamentary office: orange-brown carpet, a wobbly coffee table, a sagging blue sofa beneath a small window.