I went to the street of dreams with my sister tonight. It’s a Pelesky girls tradition. We’ve been ogling houses, furniture, and decorations we can’t afford since the beginning of time.
OK, twist my arm. I would take this kitchen.
And because I’m feeling generous, I will take this bar for Steve for the basement, too.
I wasn’t too impressed with the bedrooms this year. I see better at Furniture Row. Amber mentioned how impractical and pointless these curtains are. I agree completely.
There are very few things in life I wouldn’t do for a flat top stove. No, I don’t cook anyway, but I do clean the trays and the burners of sizzled up noodles and sauce that goes astray. I hate that I can never get the color back from black to silver no matter how hard I try. No, not even with a Mr. Clean eraser. And the next day, inevitably, something drops into the tray again. Murphy’s law of the stove, that’s how it runs around here. So yes, I’ll take a cooktop, too.
Who has a perpetually set table? Rich people, apparently. If I kept plates out like that, I would have to dust them. I have enough to dust as is with my surplus of dark brown furniture. Which, apparently is in this year according to Street of Dreams.