I shall, through the power of my imagination, climb these stairs that remind me of a Kaffe Fassett crazy log cabin square:
My room will be this one, draped in Union Jacks, all the better (the Zetter!) to immerse myself in Anglomania:
I shall take a daily pint on one of these banquettes:
and I shall spread out my fabrics in the library,
perhaps enticing fellow textilophiles who pass through the lobby:
Although my mind will say "Do not Disturb," my door knob might just say this:
And how does that song go, again? "When I say 'I love you,' you say, 'You better . . .'"
But more importantly: Who's coming with??!!