So, yesterday, to break the monotony of what seems like endless chores, I went into town and wasted some quality time by window shopping and checking out the new stuff at Pier 1, one of my favorite places to dream and admire and fantasize about owning a beach bungalow somewhere on the Eastern Seaboard.
What I found was this amazing piece of art that I just couldn't resist. Thankfully it was on sale, with a further 20% discount, and I also had a coupon for $15 dollars off any purchase. Good thing, too, because I think I might have paid full price no matter what--which definitely wasn't in my budget after the dishwasher fiasco.
Let me digress for a moment:
I've been looking for a large piece of...something...to hang over my bed. I change my duvet covers with the seasons, so whatever I found had to be neutral to work with four totally different patterns and fabrics. I've been on the hunt for this elusive item for ages.
So, yesterday. I'm wandering in the nether region of the store where the pictures and art pieces are stacked against two walls and I begin rummaging.
And there it was. The one. I pulled it out from behind several other art works and just stared in amazement. It's about 2-1/2 feet by 3-1/2 feet, four solid wood planks, carved in Indonesia, signed by the artist. I knew it was going to kill me to turn the price tag over, but then I did--and realized it might be doable with the various discounts and holy crap, this is going to be MINE.
It's beautiful and looks incredible in real life. Every single time I go into my bedroom, I can't help smiling.
My most excellent Buddha...
It's another long weekend, peeps; the holiday that effectively kicks off Summer. I have some plans, though not sure what Nick and I will decide to do in the end.
Wait... Nick? Who's Nick, you're wondering?
It's early days--couple weeks so far--and I haven't mentioned him because I didn't want to jinx anything, but yeah, there's a possible, maybe, too soon to tell, boyfriend kinda guy named Nick who seems interested in knowing me. He's been over for dinner a few times and we talk on the phone every day, so the interest is going both ways. I'll share the first meeting one of these days...even the blushing and stuttering parts where I acted more inept than a 15 year old once I realized what was happening.
Clueless doesn't come close...but hey, I'm totally out of practice. And it's scary cool...