Hello lovahs! Good morning! You were missed, yada yada yada, and so forth. Was the weekend divine? I figured. I have to tell you, I got an amazing massage yesterday and am now royally paying for it. You know, when they are working every single kink of out of your back/neck, and you leave feeling stress free and limber as ever? And then reality sets in hours later and you cannot even sit back in a chair, because it feels like a baby donkey trampled your back. Then you aren’t able to decipher if you should feel pleased with the results or if you will have to modify your wardrobe the entire week to hide the bruises. Yeah. That’s where I am this morning. Uplifting and ready to take on the week!
So. On to the subject at hand. I feel like I have spent a solid portion of my adult life trying to convince others that they shouldn’t be afraid to decorate with red. No, it’s not gaudy. No, it’s not morbid. For once, I feel like people are starting to get on board. Which generally promotes me to get off board (I know, it’s the contrarian in me). But alas, people can change. Once I liquidate all of my belongings here in KC, I plan on incorporating a red tufted sofa into my new digs. I mean clean modern space, meets traditional, tufted and over the top red. I am thinking white walls, sleek furniture and ethnic accents. It is going to be THE juxtaposition everyone is talking about…so I hope. So if you are not yet riding the red sofa train, allow me to change your mind.