While home for Thanksgiving a couple of weeks ago, I did a little “shopping” at my parent’s house. It was quite the spree, let me tell you. I have some vintage clothes to show later in the month. But for now, let’s go with home furnishings department. There was quite a sale happening the week before Thanksgiving.
Staying in my old bedroom, I noticed a rug on the hardwood floor that my mother bought at an estate sale a couple of years ago. It was a lovely rug, but has always looked really mismatched against the dark salmon pink walls and floral bed skirt my mother used to redecorate my old room a couple of years ago. It’s one of those pieces you absolutely love, but try as you might, it just doesn’t flow with the rest of the room…rest of the house…rest of your style. Last Christmas, my mother offered to give me the rug, to which I turned her down. Why, I have no idea. But this year, my apartment was in a place where the rug would go perfectly on my hardwood floor. Maybe it’s the new sofa, the desk or the final decision to stick with my current color scheme, but I took one look at it and had to have it. So without hesitation, I asked my mother if she still wanted to keep the rug. Graciously, she let me pack it up to bring back with me to Seattle and with that, it was mine. Crossing my fingers through Delta’s weigh in at the ticket counter, I checked my bags and somehow brought it back on the cross country trek.
So with that, I cross off one more item on The List for 2011. Next up: karaoke, a steak at the Met and maybe I can fit that trip to San Fran before the year’s up.