These Are a Few of My Favorite Things…

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…”  Those are beautiful words, aren’t they?  I’ve sung that lyric hundreds of times (literally as it’s a favorite at the school where I work), but rarely thought about the images.  So specific and evocative.

I don’t care much about “things.” I really don’t. With my husband and 2 sons, I live in a one bedroom apartment and am perfectly happy with that arrangement. At times I long for a 2nd bathroom, or heck, a bedroom, but in all honesty, I don’t think about it much. When I walk in my door at the end of the day, I feel overcome by a sense of comfort, coming home. It’s my favorite place, containing my favorite people.

Then I sit down on the sofa that we’ve had for approximately two decades. I squirm. Pound the cushions. Curl my legs up. Stretch them out. My back hurts.  I pummel the cushions again, which feels good (the pounding, that is) but has little impact on the shape which mushes back to being uncomfortable in minutes. Already, I have re-stuffed the cushions, washed the slipcovers, stuffed the cushions over and over. I am so done with this couch. It has been wonderful. But its time has come. And gone.  

At this point, I don’t have an extra penny in my bank account. MUST NOT spend another dime. Especially so soon after the holidays.

However, this sofa from Ikea that sounds like it’s named after a dog, Stocksund, is calling to me. In this comfy light-red. I want it so badly I can feel it under my… Well, you get the idea.

So much else to do and worry about and yet I can’t shake this obsession. A distraction.

There is a great deal that I have to accomplish in the next months. Responsibilities. Obligations. Big and small. It’s so fun to imagine that all would be well if I could just sit my patootie on this red beauty of a 2-seater.

$800 might as well be $8,000 right now. But having something to look forward to, even an Ikea couch, is so important. Keeps us moving ahead. Sure, I’d like to end gun violence. Would love peace in the Middle-East. Wish I could live a day without hearing about The Donald.

The Stocksund is tantalizingly attainable, yet just out of reach. Red, inviting, classic. Please refrain from reminding me that it’s made by Ikea and would probably fall apart before the year is out.

xo

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