I’ve tried starting this blog post three times but Wilson keeps interrupting me with his hair-raising, ear-ringing rendition of Christina Aguilera’s I’m a Genie in a Bottle.
Sometimes I wonder where he came from.
Ok let’s try this for the fourth time. I threatened to punt his laptop off the porch if he keeps singing. He thinks he is hi-lar.
A few months ago my mom visited me in Savannah — Wilson the Genie was out of town — and we went for a drinking walk. What is a drinking walk, you might ask? Well, you are in for a real treat. Among the many wonderful things in Savannah, by far Wilson’s and my favorite thing about this lovely town is the ability to walk everywhere with a drink. We stroll everywhere with a lovely cocktail/beer/glass o’ wine.
Anywho, my mom and I were combining drinking while exercising — which obviously means the calories of the wine were easily offset by our quick pace — and we happened upon the loveliest little store on one of the quaint streets of Savannah.
Enter Number Four Eleven.
I’ve actually never even been into Number Four Eleven, but I sure as hell have stalked the shit out its windows. I could practically replicate the interior of the store from how long I’ve spent with my nose pressed up against the glass window. Number Four Eleven if you are reading this, sorry for those grease marks. I’ll bring Windex next time.
Number Four Eleven is a beautiful home store that specializes in luxurious linens and elegant, antique monograms, and also carries a few pieces of great furniture. And one of those pieces of great furniture just so happened to be two chairs for which I have been on the hunt forever.
I have lusted for this pair of chairs to complete my dining room table set ever since I saw them on Keeping Up With The Kardashians. I know, I know. That is not something I should admit, but if you’ve been reading for awhile you know I do not hold back. So, feel free to judge that I got my design inspiration from someone who spells Courtney with a K.
Aren’t they just gorgeous?
After my mom and I gawked at the chairs through the window of Number Four Eleven for
45 5 minutes — the store was closed or else I would have bought them on the spot — I sent her back the next day to find out the price. Surprisingly, they were not absolutely outrageous, and so I started dropping overtly obvious discrete hints to Wilson.
“Wilson, you know what would look perfect with this outfit? Those wicker chairs.”
“Wilson, the store is Number Four Eleven. Off of Jones Street. Do you want me to send you an email with this info?”
“Sometimes I think that our dining room looks really simple and boring. Wilson, what do you think?”
“Wilson, our dining table is meaningless without those chairs.”
Alas, I never give Wilson enough credit. He came in from a work trip a few days before my birthday, put a blindfold on my face, carried the chairs up the stairs and then arranged them ever-so-prettily around the kitchen table.
“Surprise!” he exclaimed as he removed the blindfold.
And now our dining room is neither simple nor boring, because not only do I have these lovely chairs, but I also have a loving husband who sings I’m A Genie In a Bottle while sitting in them.