Some little girls dream about their wedding day. Actually a lot of little girls probably do. My best friend Kayla sure did. But when I was a young lass, lacy white dresses and four-tiered cakes were the furthest thing from my mind. Instead, I dreamed about how I would decorate the inside of my future house. The exact robin’s-egg blue of my bathroom walls, the gilt slightly shabby chic wrought bronze framing my over-sized wall mirrors, hardwood floors with a half-dulled finish – sigh…
But above all, the pinnacle of my interior design dreams, was a couch. THE couch. The most beautiful, stately, luxurious couch. A Chesterfield. Those pat tufts make me swoon, the gorgeous buttons draw my eyes, and the curved lines of the arms and back cause my heart to palpitate madly. Unbelievable.
Smack dab, front and center. A Chesterfield perfectly sized for me and M. I haven’t looked at the price tag yet. I’m going to dream one more day. But, tomorrow, I will dare to take a peek. Hopefully it’s still there. If not, I’ll know that it wasn’t meant to be, but oh man. That couch is meant to be mine.
You want to know how I know for sure? Well, yours truly got a pretty substantial raise today. Hell yeah!