So I was walking past one of those artistic furniture galleries in Laguna Beach a few days ago, and I saw the most stunning, bright-white living-room sectional in the window.
It was so white that it positively glowed, like it had just wafted down from heaven, perhaps after serving in St. Peter’s waiting room at the pearly gates.
I turned to my friend and said, “Obviously, those people have no children or dogs.”
She nodded sagely and added, “And they never drink red wine.”
That comment thrust me back in time, to when I bought my very first couch as a young woman. My boyfriend and I bought it together, meaning that he paid for it because I earned almost nothing at my job as a cocktail waitress. But I picked it out and ordered it to be custom-made.
Would you have a white couch?