I have this recurring Arhaus dream. It’s me, my new white club sofa, and nothing else. No walls, no rug, no end tables, nothing. Just me. And my white sofa.
Yes, it’s a fantastic dream. One that is completely impractical in my world of teenagers with attitude. But, so help me, someday soon the last one will be out the door, all tuition bills will disappear, and I’ll get one giant white sofa for myself.
Yes, I know that most of the moms reading the last paragraph are gasping and crossing themselves while muttering under their collective breaths, “who in their right mind gets a white sofa?!?” Oh, ladies, I’ve been practicing for my distant future. I covered my current microfiber, cheap-o couch with a white, damask bedspread. It’s been that way since February. I watch to see what stains appear. I track down the culprit, just to make sure it wasn’t me. And I carefully swab and dab to see if said stain will come out. Basically, I’ve started treating my DIY white sectional like it belongs to royalty.
The thing is, I am royalty!
I’m the queen of my house. The one who reigns over all things decorating. And one day, I might actually be able to pick out a piece of furniture without worrying about how it will hold up to teeth marks, soccer balls, and tossed backpacks.
Spending big bucks on a sofa is a luxury but it’s a splurge I’m willing to make. For I am the retailer’s worst nightmare…the dreaded buy and hold consumer. This will be the last sofa I will ever buy. It will be a piece of crafted perfection that will follow me from this house to my eventual, downsized retirement house. It’s the type of thing that will go in my will for my children to fight over.
I live for the time when my home furnishings no longer look like they migrated out of my college dorm room. I’m an adult now. I should be able to buy myself adult things, even expensive sofas.
Only 48 more payments and this baby is all mine….