This is Michelle Michelle. My best friend in the whole wide world, Michelle Michelle. I love her. She is standing next to, or near, just behind this cobalt plush. A seat preferably referred to as a single seat, depending on how much room it needs at the time. Resting on faun chaise, cobalt lounge limits chaise patronage from three to one. A wide birth, easily mistaken for upholstered skies, velvet cheek puffs ready for a poke.
Initially there was nothing creepy about this chair upholstery business. A short, Italian man to greet us with usual hello, can I help you’s. The looking for anything particulars. Mostly, as with all shop owner encounters, it is always the same, always the just looking, always looking replies, alongside thank you. Until, the doll. Michelle Michelle and I both came to the conclusion, this man, if asked, wouldn’t have even know the doll was there. I shall return, next time with a precursor question.