Domestic Rapture

This morning, I eagerly anticipated the arrival of my new tables. I splurged on some furniture recently, and my mom tossed in a coffee table and side table. Voila! 
So, I know you want the story of how my furniture found me. It was Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and my exciting plans included taking my car to be serviced and riding the shuttle over to the mall. The driver of the shuttle bus and I got along swimmingly, as he was a collector of old books. When I told him I was a librarian (sort of), he delved into a long description of his acquisitions and we rode merrily over to Scottsdale Fashion Square.
I admit at this time, I had grown weary of shopping. I felt as though I had done nothing but shop for three months straight. I wandered about the mall in a state of absolute disinterest. But it was better than sitting in the lobby of the Volkswagon dealership, I had to admit. 
I was about to step upon the escalator, when something seemed to attract my attention. It was the store Z Gallery, and it seemed to sparkle and beckon me like a lighthouse. I never go into that store, but the lure was undeniable. 
And there she was. Like a double cherry pie, yeah there she was. Like disco super fly. The prettiest couch in a soft sea foam velvet finish. I collapsed onto it instantly, like my cat on her kitty condo. I must have wiggled around that couch for a good half hour before the salesman saw that I was not leaving. He was like, "Can I help you?"
I looked him deeply in the eyes and said, "I..... need this couch." He was all nods and fabric samples. Before I knew it, it was a done deal and this morning, the finishing touches arrived. Except the feathers. I must go back for the feathers. 
Then I cleaned up my chandelier, which was dingy in the extreme. It all looked so pretty, I had to take a video. While listening to Vampire Weekend and talking on the phone to my mom. Although Vampire Weekend shares my affinity for pretty lights. I know, because I went to their concert and there were FIVE! And that is when I became their fan for life. Even if their next album is crap. 
I just don't care.


Speaking of domestic rapture, here is a link to a site run by two ladies who know a thing or two about making cleaning glamorous. I can't live without them.


http://www.thelaundress.com/ThingsWeLove/index.asp