For many years I have wished for one thing that would bring me peace in my home...and that has been a foyer table. Today my dream came true. Life without a foyer table was frustrating and just plain bad feng shui. I would enter into my apartment with crap in hand (mail, keys, groceries) and either drop it on the floor or onto my bed (hey, did you know I live in a studio?) or race to the coffee table [SPECIAL BRACKET NOTE: In 1960 my aunt/godmother bought a coffee table for my grandmother made of wood and marble. After my parents got married, they somehow finegaled it from my grandmother (just kidding, mom...I know she "gave" it to you). This coffee table is imbued with memories of watching "The Muppet Show," "Love Boat," and "Fantasy Island," (in that order) and has been in my life as long I can remember. In 197? my father fell on it while doing a handstand (why was he doing a handstand by a coffee table?...I would like to know. Needless to say, he fell on it and cracked it in half. He eventually got it glued back together, but it has a large crack in it). In 2002, I moved into my sweet studio and inherited the coffee table...end of bracket story]

No sooner had I paid for the foyer table and walked out the door with Cute Cost Plus Guy who was carrying the table on a dolly, than I realized that I had made a grave mistake. $182 for a freakin' foyer table?! Have I gone insane?! I would have turned around right then and there, were it not for my fear of what Cute Cost Plus Guy would think...So, I drove out of the parking lot to an appointment I had and decided to come back to Cost Plus a few hours later. Flash forward to two hours later...I'm back in the Cost Plus parking lot with Cute Cost Plus Guy taking the foyer table out of my car (many apologies). However, once I'm standing at the counter waiting to get my money back, Mr. Manager Guy tells me that because I wrote a check I have to wait a few days to get my money back. I asked him if he could simply snake it out of the register and rip it up, but he responded no because it's "in the system." You call that a system?! Since I've long since learned that I can't fight "systems," I decided that God wants me to keep the foyer table (or at least see how it looks in my foyer) and so it was back out to my car with Cute Cost Plus Guy (his 3rd trip to my Honda Civic, for those of you who weren't keeping count).

I came home and put the damn thing together. It looks perfect. The foyer table has found a home. I, however, am dealing with shame of my irrational fear and anxiety around furniture.

Just for today, I accept my insanity around furniture.