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.
From across the crowded store, it called to me.
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?
My heart rate quickening, I hastened to the back of the store. I had to get a closer look.
Lo and behold, it was the chair of my dreams! I was drawn immediately to its graceful frame and oval back.
I admired the hand-carved accents.
And marvelled at the lovely silhouette.
There was no question. This was the chair I have been waiting for.
It was meant to be.
And I know we will be happy together ...
Writing off into the frilly pink sunset.
"A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless." ~ May Sarton
