If you've been around here for a bit, you might know of my couch saga. My search for the perfect, green, vintage, velvet, tufted, dark wood, and affordable couch. And if you know me in person, or happen to be married to me, you probably wish I'd shut up already about the dang couch. The couch I cross my fingers for and say a little wish for each and every single time I enter a thrift shop, antique store, or yard sale. Yup. That couch.
Well, imagine my surprise when I found said couch a few weeks ago. Yup, I found my couch right in the pages of this month's Mothering Magazine, and right in the home of - of all people - Ani Difranco. I mean, really now - Ani has it? I haven't contacted her yet to let her know that really, it's my couch, the one I'm supposed to find and bring home with me on that random lucky thrifting day. But I've been thinking, maybe we could work some kind of deal. You know, totalling up all the money I've spent since the early 90's on Ani tapes (cassette tapes! the loyalty!), DVD's and CD's (um, I have *all* of them. Do you have any idea how many albums that brilliant woman has made? 21, that's how many. That could buy a lot of couch.), not to mention tickets purchased and gas spent driving all over New England to her play, oh - many, many times....and do a little retroactive barter for getting my couch back where it belongs. Which would be in my house, of course.
But I guess that doesn't really make sense. And plus, look at how adorable Ms Ani and her cutie pie baby girl look on that couch? How could I ever take that away from them. Sigh. Okay, wait. I have another idea. How about if we move the couch - right with those two gals still on it, and put it in my house just like that? They could just hang out right here, and I could do all the baby sewing for them that their beautiful hearts desired. Some beach dresses, perhaps, little one?
Oh, nevermind. The search for its twin sister continues.
