I realized I forgot to do an Investment Piece of the Month for June. My bad. Sometimes I think I would forget to put my head on my shoulders if it wasn’t attached by my neck. Necks = never forgetting your head.
Anywho. Wilson’s and my move to Savannah is well under way, and as previously mentioned, it sucks/I hate it/it’s awful/someone bring me vodka. You get the picture. blah blah…
BUT! BUT! BUT! The one amazing thing that happened from moving is that we left behind that God-forsaken leather couch in Charlotte. Can I get a hell yea?! I think this calls for poppin’ some Veuve… Chyeah.
I have dreamed of this day since I moved in with Wilson… the day I would be able to walk into our home and not be greeted by the shiny brown ugliness that was that couch. Sometimes I would walk by and kick that thing I hated it so much. And today is that day! But, now I have to find another one. And DAMN are couches expensive. But necessary. Which brings me to July’s Investment Piece of the Month — cue the drumroll and trumpets — a couch. Womp. Can’t you just hear the trumpets losing tune and the drumroll coming to an awkward stop because couches are so anti-climatic? Couches are a bit boring — but again, necessary.
As something you sit on, pass by, and/or look at pretty much every day, couches are something that you should invest in — within reason. I’m not saying you should throw $5k at some stupid couch — who do you think I am? — I’m just saying this is one of those times to throw a little more money at the item than in other instances. Like instead of buying those expensive shoes — cough Anna — you should save your monies and buy a good quality couch. One that you will like for more than five minutes.
With this in mind, I’m currently in the difficult throes of decision-making. I really wanted this one below…
but Wilson vetoed it because it had no arms. “IT HAS NO ARMS, ANNA!” he exclaimed, exasperated and bewildered when I showed him the picture of said BEAUT of a couch. He goes along with a lot of things because I like them and he wants to make me happy, but I suppose a couch with no arms is where he draws the line. Ughh fineee.
So now I’m thinking about something more simple and straightforward — more “Wilson,” if you will — like this one so that the sofa will be a source of comfort and enjoyment as opposed to an instigator of marital strife. We shall call it “The Couch of Compromise.”
What do you think? You like? I’m thinking the fabric should be a linen look-a-like with no maintenance and something that doesn’t wrinkle. Hence no linen. Please leave me a comment and help me out. Merci.
Wilson don’t ever say I didn’t do anything nice for you…