We just scored an immaculate angela adams area rug off craigslist for $70 delivered. Say what?
The woman showed up to drop it off sporting a crisp a-line bob, dewy cheekbones, and a brimming glass of white wine resting nimbly on her fingertips (in a stemless flute, I might add). A woman after my own heart.
I'm just waiting for her to wake up sober tomorrow morning and realize what she did. In the meantime, I have a rug to go rub my face all over.