In a house that we don't own is a whitewashed knitting room with a little yellow davenport. There is a table in front for tea and a side table with a pretty lamp. The knitter can see into the vegetable garden and to the goat peeing on the tire of a BMW 7 series (Husband's gritting my teeth fantasy sans the goat.) Ah...where would we be if we didn't have dreams? I actually got some lovely dream time today as I sipped my coffee and read the New York Times, where I spotted this object d'art. True, Junior did pull what Husband calls a Wobbler because his sister forcibly removed a Tinkerbell Pez dispenser from his fist but I handed him a marker, the sports section and an apple muffin and all was peaceful and dreamy at Casapinka.
I hope you'll have me over, I'll bring my knitting and we can talk veggies. I'm late getting in the winter garden and it's causing me great stress even though I don't know that we will actually eat enough of any winter crop to warrant tending it but I have gotten some great galoshes to wear while I do so. So, really the rest doesn't even matter.
Posted by: Compulsively Compiled | November 08, 2009 at 11:04 PM
OOOh, I love the sofa! sounds like a nice morning too. I'm enjoying the goat and the garden.
Posted by: margaret | November 09, 2009 at 07:06 AM
Gorgeous sofa!
Posted by: Jennifer | November 09, 2009 at 08:57 AM
"a marker, the sports section and an apple muffin "
Must remember this, the next time I'm wobbling.
Posted by: Miss Mabel | November 09, 2009 at 06:23 PM
Oh I love this couch! I dream every day about my perfect knitting studio... one day *sigh*!
Posted by: Melynda | November 10, 2009 at 06:53 PM
don't we all just love that little dream time.. i agree about nixing the goat..
Posted by: hena tayeb | November 11, 2009 at 09:51 AM
i LOVE LOVE LOVE that sofa!!
Posted by: drey | November 14, 2009 at 02:38 AM