Last week, I had about 10 minutes to kill, so I dropped into Gardener's Market on my way to pick up Mootsie. I was looking through vintage linens when this table called to me. I'm really not good at accent tables, or lamps and, as we all know, rugs, but I just had a feeling about it. I got up to the register, handed over my card, and the shop owner informed me that her credit card machine had conked out. I didn't have my checkbook or cash. Do you know what the woman said next? She told me to go ahead and take the table and bring her back a check. Seriously. When does that ever happen anymore? If I wasn't giddy enough about finding the table, here was some good ol' fashion trust.
And do you see the rug? Yes, that's the flokati back in action. Something about adding the table, made the rug work. This is a little embarrassing, but can anyone else see the double-sided tape on the sofa? OK, sure now that I pointed it out, you all probably can. We're trying to deter our lovely Vivi from clawing the heck out of yet another sofa. It seems to be working although it's not the prettiest stuff in the world and can be murder on leg hair (Jeff?) if one is not careful.