Thursday: Run, Pure Barre and Couch Sadness

So all year, I have been stowing away money for a new couch.  Ever since I saw this picture in Architectural Digest however many years ago, I have wanted a tufted leather couch and ideally bookcases out the wazoo.  So, I found my couch, and I have been more than excited about the impending purchase.  It seemed imminent that my home was going to turn into a great showplace, and I would host parties where everyone commented on the English country home lovliness of my abode.

Last week, there appeared a blip on my radar.  Someone who shall remain nameless left an unsheathed hunting knife on their desk which Sloan the Younger wrangled hold of and committed a furniture massacre.  Luckily it was in my husband's office and it was only junk room furniture, but there were forty knife slashes in the leather piano bench alone.  While I have not purchased my couch, it gave me pause.  Are we too young a family to possess an item of such tufted greatness?

We do use our couch on a daily basis.  There is currently a smoothie crust on the arm, and you do not even want to see the underside of the couch cushions.  If there is any chance of a terrible puncture wound in such a beautiful piece of furniture, it seems like the couch should wait.  I realize that I am not living in Darfoure.  I have indoor plumbing and a closet full of pretty dresses and high heel shoes and the fact that my tufted leather dream couch might be outside the realm of my current lifestyle is not life-threatening or even happiness-threatening.  It is just a couch.

In other news that does not relate to my minor dissatisfaction, I had a busy day of appointments and lock box visiting where I rifled through interesting and important documents that I had forgotten I possessed.  At home, I was able to run 3.5 miles IN SHORTS, because we had such a lovely afternoon.  I am looking forward to rejoining my running group on Saturday morning at 6:30 AM.  I also got in a great Pure Barre workout.  Yay!!