I bought my house 2 years ago this January. In this house I have a lot of "inherited" furniture. I don't mean " I inherited this Chippendale desk from Great Aunt Francis upon her passing. It's been in the family for seven generations." I mean couches with slip covers that my parents bought for their basement 23 years ago. My sister's old day bed. A dresser left in the house after Grandma died. In no way am I ungrateful. Waste Not, Want Not. Hand me down furniture is what gets most young adults settled on their feet when they set out in the world. However, If I were to say have $10,000, I would not exactly buy these pieces.
My mother knows this and will occasionally throw my usually very fiscally responsible plans off course. She did this just last week. Evil, Evil Mother wanted to see if a store had the rest of her new dining chairs in stock. This store carries some seriously nice furniture and some normally serious prices, except... its an outlet. An Outlet. "Let's just stop by Laura". sure, "stop" by...
I placed it by the front window next to this chair from who knows where. The rando chair has this great goldenrod color. A color I'm sure was "hip" in the 70's (Was hip, a cool word then? or was it groovy?)
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