Once again we need to say “Thank You”. Thank you for supporting our small business over these last two tumultuous years. Our doors were closed to customers more than they were open, but you continued to support us online and hang in with us with the ups and downs of “Contactless” initiatives, supply chain disruptions and everything that went with these season in history. We appreciate your support so much. Over these last few years we have been operating with a skeleton staff and have not taken any time to rest, so we will be closing the store this Fall, from October 10 - 17, 2021, for a much needed HOLIDAY! YEAH!!We thank you again - in advance this time...
If you’ve been busy this summer, you may have missed out on the fact that after 27 years on Bloor Street, EAST WEST FUTONS has moved! It’s been a little over 3 months now and we're all settled in, with extra space in our showroom and lots of free parking! For those of you who experienced the illusive search for parking along Bloor…this is a HUGE bonus! You will find our new location just south of the 401, in between the Yorkdale Shopping Mall and Orfus Road - a familiar area for avid shoppers who know where to find the best stores with the best deals! Collage 1 – A glimpse of the new showroom floor, a Cinnamon Futon...
Reputation. It can attract or repel in an instant. If widely accepted, a change in perspective becomes – shall we say – a challenge. Case in point, the often misunderstood and maligned futon. Chances are, your first encounter with a futon was memorable, but possibly for all the wrong reasons. It could have been a night spent in a friend’s basement, where every slat under a paper-thin futon mattress became etched into your back before the break of day. Or maybe your college years hold similar memories…but endured over an even longer period of time. Maybe…you would say the only futons you've ever come across fall into the category of what any sane person would label "junk". Fair enough. But...
I've always been fascinated with small space living. It may have started when I was little...you know, when you're a kid and you climb up into an amazing tree fort a neighbour Dad built with all its small, cozy essentials or a one-room cottage that feels warm and welcoming...like it was tailored just for you. Maybe there's an experience like that lodged in the back closet of my mind...who knows. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the opportunity to wave my arms and not hit anything but ultimately, there's something radical and exciting about the recent move towards tiny spaces. It heightens the need for form and function to collide - with utmost attention to detail. The appeal of small...
