Anyway. As a result of being a primo customer at Martin+Osa I was able to purchase a pair of custom leather chairs when they closed. See exhibit Before. I love these babies. As a denim aficionado the adjustable arms remind me of belts and are particularly dear to me. They've even retained remnants of that wonderful M+O store smell. Sigh. Oh Martin+Osa: how I miss you. Back to the matter at hand. On Saturday I decided to take my life in my own hands aka go to Ikea in the middle of the afternoon (damn fool) to scoop up a few more sheepskin rugs. At the time I did not know I would be flinging them haphazardly over one of my leather chairs, but ta-da! Gotta say I'm pretty happy with the outcome. In fact giddy may be a fair description of how I feel when walking by the guest bedroom and peeking in.
Why the guest bedroom you ask? I can't say for sure, but there is something 'official' about that room. It gets the warmest afternoon light and is the perfect place to cuddle up and read a book--and the chair just compounds that feeling. You'll notice I've not shown the rest of the room? That's because Operation: Bedding, Draperies and Floor Covering are still underway. Wish me luck!
Note: It's been some time since I perused an Ikea on a Saturday afternoon. If you are like me I have a piece of advice. SELF CHECK-OUT. All the other inconsiderate patrons wait in the standard check-out lines while their ignorant family members shop it up and then JUST as you're about to be the next person in line you'll notice their cell phones light up. Suddenly it's like a swarm of bees as all the family members come flying out of nowhere and there are now 14 people in front of you instead of just the nice granny and her daughter who were posing as one transaction. True story. Did not have a happy ending for the Ikea checker either. The End.
