I’ve been saving this post…savoring the thought…the beauty of the story and the glory of the picture to attach…this is where you hear the record scratch…you know how that happens sometimes for dramatic effect??? The picture, is temporarily missing…that’s where DAMN COMPUTER comes in…
It seems, somehow, my archived emails in at least two folders have partially disappeared. How does this happen? Where did they go? I did not request they be moved. I NEVER permanently delete, I always archive even the deleted files just in case I might need something. The good news is, I can have my parents send the lovely pictures again. The bad news is they are not hear now. I will have to paint a picture with words so articulate you’ll envision it just so…just as I did the first time we met; my sofa and I.
This is all new for me. A response so very strong to an ornate antique. Do not misunderstand. Many a time have I happened upon something and not been able to sleep or breathe quite right until it arrived in the perfect spot; or, sadly, those times when I did not act soon enough…it was not meant to be mine…grief and longing can be so very difficult – you know?
Well, I was home visiting my family and made a quick trip to the chocolatier downtown. This is my mama’s favorite spot and her birthday was just around the corner. When I walked in, I felt like I was in someone’s home. It was quite comfortable and the smell, oh my heavenly days!! I digress; I was after chocolate, but I kept gazing at this sofa in the seating area. It was low, long, and slightly curved at the ends, as if ready for a hug at a moment’s notice. There was a stained wood decorative trim surrounding the entire piece which set off the celery tufted velvet so nicely…not unlike the trim on a classic Chanel suit. The velvet was worn and so very inviting. I was picturing any number of pillows and throws and enjoying a good story curled up in my living room. This piece is NOTHING like the style of anything I own. That is not saying much, given that I have quite an eclectic mix that seems to work for me. It is just more “fancy” I guess, in a comfortable sort of way; which gives the feeling of fanciful rather than pissy. You know the stuffy, pissy antiques I am referring to where not a soul was ever snuggled in a comfortable way.
The girl behind the counter told me that the owner found the sofa at Salvation Army for $50. Insult to injury friends.
I finished my business and left with more than one longing glance over my shoulder at the sofa I hated to leave behind. When I returned home I was scouring Craigslist for a similar style. I was pretty certain that finding the style and color would be impossible, but I would settle for a similar style I could have recovered. Not a thing. Not.a.thing.
I stand in my living room and picture it there. It would be perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep myself busy fighting with my DAMN COMPUTER.
*Meh* it could be worse, right?
(my friend Kellie says that…it is nice, yes?)