i spent weeks WEEKS purging my studio so i could fit a reading chair in the corner, and now i don't like the chair. i'm sorry. it doesn't make me a bad person, i just don't like it. it looks lovely, but someone my shape has no business getting into a papsan chair and have a hope of getting out unassisted. so it has sat empty. and i want desperately to have a place to sit and read these lovely books and drink Constant Comment tea. so I may return the chair and get one of those little couch-y futon things. which will be good in case i need to get away from 3 animals snoring.
i just walked Diva around the woods and am smelling something that came home on my boot. time to go clean up and read.