It started out like any other winter day -- full of appointments, projects and errands.
But in a moment everything changed. A glitch in the schedule, a few extra minutes in town, a whim to make an unplanned stop.
And it was love at first sit.
Could it be the French chair I have been dreaming of? The one I've been Pinning and pining for these many months?
No, no, it couldn't be! A delicate chair with the softest powder blue fabric and a whitewashed frame -- a look I wanted but assumed I would never find on my budget?
Lo and behold, it was the chair of my dreams! I was drawn immediately to its graceful frame and oval back.
Writing off into the frilly pink sunset.
"A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless." ~ May Sarton