Cowboy Couture meets French Briton

Chapter 114
Monday, a day I used to think was just the best. It started with the alarm clock... hitting the snoozed button about 7 times and then, moseying out of bed.
The cat was asking to go outside and play. Umm! No! Dumb cat!
At 8:12 a.m. the phone rang. It was David, calling to say that his father was having a breathing issue.
Ahh! Mondays!
After working through the logistics of the medical emergency, Simmy went to work.
What scene to create today? Someone else had already made a scene today so no need for any theatrics.
A little fiddling her and a little moving of pieces of furniture and the idea came together.
It was a 'kick off your boots' kind of room scene.
Old-fashioned, yet hip!
Cowboy couture meets French Briton.

That definitely describes my outfit today! This Baroque skirt with the velvet trim... mmm, hmm. And I did notice Frederic Chopin staring at me from his little spot on the wall.
"Stop gawking like you're drooling on your little French writer 'George,'" Simmy scolded Frederic.
He just kept staring.

 Suddenly Simmy remembered, "Oh!" Her fingers went to her lips and her eyes widened, "You're a piano dude! Sorry, Bloke! I guess you've been up there fretting on that fret."