In October I fell in love. Not with the boy, but with something for my home. When I first moved out, I roughly brought what I needed to furnish a place of my own, so I haven’t really bought a piece of furniture on my own before. At least not something shiny and new! I laid eyes on this gorgeous little piece and fell completely in love with it. There was no room for it in my budget (it’s just so typical), yet I could not stop thinking about it. I saved all the spare money I could afford, talked about it to all of my friends and revisited the store several times (almost to the point where I started to feel embarrassed). You know, just to look at it, maybe sit in it and imagine how it would be if it were mine.
Then, a few weeks ago, after getting a little contribution for it for Christmas, it was time. I signed the papers and my order was sent into production. On the day of the delivery, I had not really gotten out of bed yet when the doorbell rang. A little confused and still in my pyjamas, I signed it off and the deliveryman put my box in the hallway.
After jumping up and down from the excitement, I tore the box open
The deliveryman was kind enough to offer me assistance with assembling my little beauty, but come on. I’m an independent woman (right?). I was positive I could manage on my own, and sent him on his way. (Besides, I sort of already knew that there were not a whole lot to assemble).
Isn’t she a beauty? Mr. Fox and I are both really happy that she has finally arrived. I’m afraid that pictures doesn’t really do my new piece justice, so I guess you just have to come over for a cup of coffee or hot chocolate and see it for yourself!
Suddenly, the boy made me aware that there seemed to be something more inside the box..
Just kidding, that’s just me and my tired yet excited morning face!
Have a lovely day (and hey, I was serious about that coffee)!