I fell in love at the thrift store today.
There was this couch.
A brown, velvet floral couch.
I don't think anyone else would like it, but I love it.
A vintage sewing machine.
A floral arm chair.
A homemade Christmas ornament.
I sighed, and melted, and wanted to take it all home.
But buying furniture isn't allowed when you live in your parents house.
One day I will have a husband and a home that I can buy pretty couches for.
(I may be more excited for the couch than the husband.)
(I said that like I have one. ohhhh geeeezzzz.)
(I may be more excited for the couch than the husband.)
(I said that like I have one. ohhhh geeeezzzz.)
Until then I'll be happy to take pictures.
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