Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I want this chair for my breakfast room. I also want to complete the fourth bedroom that is, as of this writing, uninhabitable by anyone other than the cat. I guess this isn't so much of a choice as it is choosing a want over a need. I want the chair so badly that I daydream about being curled up in it, tucked away in the corner, with a good book. Ugh. When did wicker become so expensive? Still, Lizzie needs her own room because our household can only handle so many nights of American Gladiators. Especially because Olie keeps winning. That can't be good for either of them.