Vintage Luxury
It is 1928. I've just returned from a long day at work and am looking forward to the oasis in my life, my home. I enter the foyer and hear Rudy Vally's "My Time Is Your Time" playing on the victrola. I begin to ascend the stairs to look for my one and only. My senses heighten as I enter my retreat, the Master Bedroom. the soothing restful pale aqua walls with matching silk drapery sprinkled with Swvorski crystal are reminiscent of beautiful ocean colors. the bed, done in sensuous velvet beckons. I hang my jacket, stroll to the sun porch and pour myself an icy martini. After sinking into my favorite chair to enjoy my preprandial libation, I gaze over to the sunroom dining table. there it is dinner for two. Suddenly, she enters the suite, walks over to the dressing table to freshen her make-up and dabs some perfume behind her ears. As she enters the sun porch, all I can think of is we're in for an interesting evening!