When You're Sitting There In Your Silk Upholstered Chair

Furniture. It's about to be the death of me.

When Dave and I moved in together we brought two "homes" of furniture together. I say "homes" because those homes were, in fact, two tiny apartments in DC into one house in Little Rock. What this makes is a hodgepodge of furniture. Nothing matches and almost everything is second hand.

Now, there are many parts of our hodgepodge that I love. For example, we both brought bookcases, which in our home are terribly necessary. But none of those bookcases look good together. So, here we are with a new house and no furniture that brings the house together.

We've bought a load of furniture that has yet to be delivered. Except this:

It's our back deck. Fitting since I spend most of my time outside smoking.

I'd invite you over except that the inside of our house still looks like refugees live here.

L.