Thursday, August 9, 2012
One of my happy places looks like this
I have always liked the smell of a good cigar. My husband, he hates the smell, but I like it. There is something about it that makes my mind go to one of my happy places, a dark den, with dark woods and weathered leather chairs. Floor to ceiling bookshelves covered in books of all genre and law books and heavy curtains hang to the floor. There are hundreds and hundreds of law books. And in this room where dignified gentlemen (and the occasional lady) met and conferred, there is the faint smell of good cheap cigars in the air. And when I’m in this place, I smile. Because that is how I picture my office when I graduate from law school. And there should be a beach view out of my window for when I’m bored of law and want to simply relax. Oh, and I want one of those old fashioned globes in there too. Because as the folks in my happy place discuss their worldly travels, they will do so holding a drink in one hand and a cigar in the other.
Posted by Usedto Beme at 1:26 PM