Spent part of today behaving like I was a grownup and buying real furniture. We've needed a new couch for years. Today we found a nice laz-y-boy recliner that should work. Then we spent a sizable sum on it that also made me feel older.
We've decorated in early-American poor for most of our lives. Most of our furniture is either used, self assembled, or fished out. In fact the amount we've spent on the custom shelves is greater than all of our furniture put together, including our beds.
Arm still hurts, although last night I did sleep a little better. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
2 insightful comments:
Hey! 90% of my home's contents were found on the curb and dragged home or purchased in thrift shops, and I LOVE it. Down with rampant consumerism!! Down, I say!
I prefer to think of our decorating style as 'impoverished intelligentsia,' or perhaps, 'bohemian shab.'
Camille, we have plenty of those. The couch we're replacing was my Mom's for about fifteen years before she gave it to us (during my ill-fated experiment of working in WVa, not that WVa was ill-fated, but that job was). That was about twelve years ago. It's pretty well broken down. And Bette wanted a couch that reclines.
the majority of furniture is second hand-me-downs, "I'll give you $10 for it" or also rescued from the sides of roads. Our beds aren't. We also have some Sauder/Put it together yourself stuff. One nice dessar we bought second hand, and our custom bookshelves (which was more like home improvement than furniture).
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