Today we're spinning silk.

We're spinning silk because that's what dreams are made of. Sometimes they come true.

I stayed up late last night rearranging furniture. It happened because I fell in love with a burgundy velvet barrel shaped chair I came across in TJ Maxx. I couldn't leave the store without it, and oh, a cream silk feather pillow embroidered with a soft floral pattern to go with it. I meandered through the aisles of the store, playing my "can I forget about this?" game--distracting myself with a myriad of colorful pottery and imported treasures, none as insistently calling to me as The Chair.

Did I need the chair? Nope. Did I have anywhere to put the chair? Not hardly. But I wanted it because it was beautiful, and fit my body like it was made for me. Not a huge chair, but petite and elegant. Definitely not a kid-proof chair with all that luxurious silky velvet.

I snuck a look at the price tag and Hallelujah, it was on sale. (I'd have bought it anyway, the game was not working....)

After I bought it, my husband carried it out of the store and put it on the sidewalk out front, where I sat, while he brought the car around. It was soooo comfortable and soooo soft and such a gorgeous burgundy merlot wine deep velvet color.

A woman I didn't know was heading into the store to find some treasures of her own and declared the chair magnificent, with a huge smile and twinkles in her eyes. It was a moment of connection between us. She understood.

My husband and I had quite a time trying to fit it into the car. Despite his protests, I knew it would fit because it was simply meant to be. It wouldn't go in between the door openings; we tried two. Then we tried several positions in the trunk and at last found one, upside down and backwards that promised to last long enough for the drive home.

Once home, we brought the chair into the family room and placed it next to the telephone table, but as beautiful as it was there, I decided that was too far away from my "sacred zone" and contemplated how I would fit it into my already over-cozy study. Then began the adventure, where I rolled up the rug, cleared all the surfaces, and started hauling and shoving and scooting and dragging and huffing and puffing and sweating to make a place for My Chair.

Several hours later, My Chair had found its home, surrounded by some of my favorite things--the tall, thin bookshelf that was my mother's when she was a girl, the drafting table my husband refinished to bring out the gloss of the wood, the old cabinet cast off by a Rosicrucian library, upon which we installed beautiful brass leaf-shaped door pulls, the Persian rug inherited when my father passed away, and the Tiffany dragonfly lamp sitting on the desk. Shanghai Buddha rested on his perch across from My Chair, contemplating its serenity and softness.

Finally I curled up to sleep, worn out and content, surrounded by soft bergundy velvet and my favorite things.