you say "chesterfield," I say "here's my left kidney." that's how it works.
as if I wasn't chomping at the bit enough for fall to get here already... now, with the image of that exquisite piece of furniture dancing in my head, all I can picture is a cracking fireplace, chunky knit throws, steam wafting off my coffee and snuggling up to my guy.
do you have one token piece of furniture that you are completely lost for?? do tell. (clearly, I've found mine.)