You know that sinking feeling when the item in your cart or that thing you had being eyeing suddenly is no longer available? Yea. It’s a sucky feeling. Recently, I had that experience with something I had had my eye on since the summer time. You see it was this gorgeous blue velvet yummy (almost antique) sofa from the 20’s.
Every time every damn time I went into Northport Antiques, I would look at it, sit on it and dream of the home it would go in. But since we were still looking for a home at that point, my dreams had to be just that. Dreams.
It wasn’t until mid- October that I thought to myself that maybe that sofa could go into our new home. Afterall, we had just gone into contract for our dream home that this dreamy sofa would fit perfectly. The style of it it was grand for the space I wanted and would be a wonderful juxtaposition of the mid century modern sofa I had already planned on putting in the space. Are you still with me?
But I was hemming and hawing and going back and visiting with my sofa… my dream sofa until one day in December, I said “F” it just buy the damn thing (which was at a great price at this point). So off to the antique store I went, with measuring tape in hand and it was…. sold. The sofa was there, but staring me in the face was a wretched orange tag with “Dan” written on it. Who was this “Dan” guy and why Lord why was he buying MY sofa!?
I left truly heartbroken. For after all, I had visited her and sat with her and loved her. But before I left, I begged the shop attendant that if something were to happen and or it didn’t work out for “Dan,” to please please please call me. And so I went home and like any normal human, I furiously searched the inter webs for a sofa that would be just as great. And what did I get? Nothing. Nothing really even came close except for a rich oxblood colored mohair number out in California which was expensive as shit to ship. Bleh.
So a few weeks went by and Christmas came and went and I still thought of her. Pining is never a fun feeling especially if the thing you want is already promised to someone else who you hate… Dan. (I’m just kidding Dan, we cool). I got the crazy stomach bug and was feeling awful like deathbed awful when I got a call from Leslie the wonderful woman at the antique shop saying that the sofa was available and that it didn’t work out for Dan. Are you kidding!? Yes, I wanted her, er, it. I kindly told the woman that Yes, I was still intetrereted and as soon as I could stop puking my guts out that I would be down there. Yup, I said that. Out loud. To her. Oops.
This was Thursday. I was there Friday afternoon, still feeling a little iffy, but better nonetheless. I was so excited I was almost nervous to see her. Not Leslie, the sofa. But at last she was mine in just the matter of a few minutes.
She is in mint condition, like seriously, I hope I look that good when I’m that old kind of good. Kinda of like my Abuela. ☺️ And if you’ve been following my story about her on IG and Facebook, you already know what she looks like and what her sort of famous story is. But if not, here she is. On. The. Cover. Of. Vogue UK with Miss Lily Rose Depp draped all over her. Yes, that’s right Buttercups, not only did she come back to me when I thought she was lost… she also has been sat on by a famous person and the daughter of a really famous and hot guy. Jack Sparrow. Better known as Johnny Depp, yup, Mr. Scissorhands himself. Swoon.
Images Via: Vogue
So that’s that folks. My latest and greatest. I can not wait to close on this farking house so that I can start to share my plans with you all. Please stay tuned.