Two months ago, I had some time to kill and decided to quickly pop into the local ReStore. I wasn’t looking for anything particular; I was just excited about our soon-to-be new home. It hasn’t quite sunk in that it would soon be ours and I found an obvious solution to that was to buy something specifically for the new house. In my mind, it would feel more real if I spent money decorating our future home— the one we still ran the risk of losing but that’s only a minor detail.
Anyway, as I was saying. I walk into the massive warehouse and, just like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, perched right in front of me under a halo-like glow of florescent light, sat a sofa that I’ve never been more sure was destined to be mine. It was dingy. It was a depressed shade of beige. And it did not smell very good. It needed a good dose of love and vision but the potential was there. So, like a moth to a flame, I ignored the slightly stale stench that wafted over me when I plopped down onto the well-worn cushions and tore the tag off with lightning speed, as if there was a stampede of other delusional new homeowners itching to get their paws on a pathetic beige sofa. It set me back—pausing for reaction— a whopping sixty-five dollars.
This exquisite piece of work is that same little sofa that could. She now claims her rightful place sitting in our new sitting room centered under a large trio of windows that let in such beautiful natural light throughout the day. Her name is Patricia. (I name my furniture, by the way. And my plants, too, but that’s neither here nor there.) Patricia is no longer sad nor does she deter unsuspecting visitors with her hard-to-place stench. Is it cigarette smoke? Is it body odor? Is it corn chips? I’ll guess we’ll never know.
She is swathed in a cozy and refined shade of green velvet called fern. Why velvet, you may be wondering? What a silly question. Like there was any other respectable option for a sofa as regal as Patricia! A queen of her majestic stature demands to be clothed in nothing but the best and nothing says rest your ass on my cushions quite as eloquently as green velvet.
Welcome home, Patricia. I hope you’re as happy here as I am to have you!