I pride myself on being a pretty down-to-earth gal. I buy most things on sale, reuse plastic bags until they’re falling apart, and love a good hand-me-down. And I know that having a certain brand of sofa or chair or whatever will not in any way make me happier or more fulfilled. It will only…

WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?!?!? Strike everything I just said. I think we all know I would be so much happier if my house was stuffed to the gills with furniture from POLaRT. No, seriously, people. I have no doubt that if I sat on this sofa every day I would be skinnier, my hair would be bouncier and I would probably be fluent in Italian. And I would finally know the correct way to pronounce “Pinot Noir” and “Worcestershire” without getting all embarrassed and mumbly. It’s like the ultimate investment for the world because I’ll be so much more ciao! See? It’s already working!

This yellow and white one? Um, obviously, I’d sit on it with my bestie Kate (Middleton, duh) because this is totally the kind of couch she’s always sitting on. We’d sip our tea and laugh about our husbands – “Oh, that Wills! How many times have we told him no polo until an hour after lunch? It’s like he just asking for the King of Bulgaria to wallop him!” (I should note I don’t know what any of that means. But I will.)

But, seriously, let’s get serious for a minute. We actually need new dining room chairs because ours are falling apart (as in Alice was crawling under them the other day and stood up and pushed off the seat off of one of them and now it’s just sort of resting there, taunting our visitors with its precariousness…) and I’m wondering what the likelihood is that I can convince Chris this is the perfect set. Hmmm… Well, that’s not very much fun, is it?  Champagne for breakfast, it is!

Now, I know not everyone’s all into the bright and over-the-top like I am. Some of you need something a bit more sedated. Elegant. Timeless. Seating for your interview with Oprah that will make you look slightly regal but still totally approachable. Maybe something like this?

And, of course, they have mini-chairs and settees (another word I’m scared to pronounce) for your little gals!

Alice and I would have such lovely conversations as she sat in her mini chair. She’s already perfect so there’s nothing to improve there, but I imagine if we had this I would do things like remember to bring diapers when we left the house instead of having to skulk around outside the Target bathroom, bumming “just one” off of other moms.
Now they’re a little hard to find to purchase. Funky Sofa has more versions for you to ogle at and, lo and behold, Fab.com has them today on flash sale. See?! We’re already living the kind of life where websites put products on sale just because we talk about them and all we’ve done so far is look at photos of the furniture!! I’m scared for how good this is about to get.