...when my eyes are wide open. I'm a daydreamer. Always have been. Life gets boring?...escape to my own private fantasy world of imagination. It's a pretty satisfying little reprieve.
Just lately, though, I've had a pretty zany one. It's where Alex lives in a world of salaries and apartments and living in one place for more than a year at a time. Where she gets to decorate said apartment with trendy
furniture and lovely
accessories from places like
this and
this. A beautiful world, really. A land where she can afford clothes from places like
this and
this...oh, and don't forget
this. A place where Alex would go to
Pilates classes after work and go home to her fabulously decorated apartment where her
Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Daisy (or an equally adorable diminuitive name...like Peanut perhaps) greets her enthusiastically. She would also have *trumpet sounds from Heaven* a
bed. Let me tell you about this bed worthy of a trumpet heralding it's mere mention. It would be queen in size. Along with a
canopy made of materials washed in bold jeweled colors. It would have the fluffiest of down comforters with a duvet cover to compliment the canopy. There would also be a feather bed to cover the mattress along with a profusion of pillows. Long down ones to sleep on and many of the
throw variety to make my eyes happy during the day (side note...in this world, I would actually make my bed, but only so I could enjoy it's fabulousness while it's made, not because I'm a neat freak or even remotely concerned with the clean state of my fantasty world). I would awaken my rug of perfection which has been under my bed for almost two years now (it's discontinued, so sadly there's no linkage for your viewing pleasure) and place it in its new home, my living room. Right next to the overstuffed arm chair of reading pleasures. I would cook gourmet, delectable, healthy fare in this utopia. I would shop for my groceries
here...
I could go on, really I could...but I'm feeling a little shallow.