Page 12 of Elusive Mate

“Hmm—big rooms?”

“Not bad-sized, especially the main bedroom.”

“I think I may have your quilt. Come this way.”

Liv led her to a beautiful quilt in shades of lavender, cream, and sage green. “Sold. Any chance you have Euro shams that might go with it?”

Liz nodded. “Especially if you like crocheted borders and want a dust ruffle to match in cream.”

“Yes, please.”

The store owner held up a gorgeous bed skirt as well as matching Euro shams. Backing up she said, “How about if we go with white distressed furniture in the bedroom and then branch out into color in the living room?”

“I knew I spotted the right store on my way into town, but I don’t want to keep you past closing time.”

“No worries. My boyfriend is picking me up about six. Want me to ask him to bring his truck? We can follow you home and help you unload—complimentary to a new customer.”

“Only if you’ll let me buy dinner—or at least let me pay for your dinner.”

“Nope. You have to come with. You and Bryan can wrestle for the check.”

Liv directed her toward the section of the store which had a concentration of furniture, but in fact, the entire place had furniture and décor artfully displayed throughout. Zenya found a tallboy in a white distressed finish with a decal of a flower truck on the front. The flowers were in the same colors as the quilt. Liv joined her.

“This is gorgeous, and the TV could sit on top,” said Zenya.

“Or be mounted on the wall. And if you like this piece, I think you’ll want plainer things for nightstands, and I think I know the piece for your living room.”

With Liv’s help she was able to find two nightstands to put on either side of her bed. One was a simple vintage nightstand with rolled corners, one drawer, and an open shelf. The other was a sage green suitcase that had been affixed to white iron sewing machine legs. As they were bringing it out, Zenya spied an antique window that had been painted with a woman’s vintage corset.

“Mine,” Zenya said, laughing.

“Ooh, I have another piece of art that would go really well with that.”

“Then what are you standing there for?”

Liv laughed and returned with a stretched canvas picture of a vintage dressmaker’s form and a beautiful mercury glass lamp.

“Perfect. Do you have a small—and I mean really small—like holds a mug of coffee small—table? I have this great seagrass chair, but I think I’d like to pull it into the bedroom.”

“I do. I also have a vanity that could be really cool, but I want to see the space first.”

Zenya nodded. “Then what about the piece for the living room television?”

“You’re going to love this. It’s an old apothecary chest that’s been painted in distressed white with painted drawers and it too is sitting on sewing machine legs—but ones that have been cut off.”

Liv led her to the apothecary chest. “You’re right. I love it, and what’s with the chesterfield loveseat? I don’t know that I’ve seen many in a seafoam green leather.”

“The piece itself is vintage and the guy swore it was the original leather, but I don’t buy it.”

“I don’t care. It would be perfect.”

The bell on the front door rang. “Liv, it’s me,” called a male voice. “It’s after five. Want me to lock the door?”

“Thanks, Bry,” called Liv. “We can load this stuff from the back.” She turned to Zenya. “The loveseat?”

“Yep. I just love those sewing machine legs on the apothecary chest. I’ve always had a thing for them.”

“Me, too,” said Liv. “They’re so sturdy without being heavy. Do you need a dining room table?”

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