My precious!!! Yet again, Bryan says I cannot keep it.
This dear fellow does not understand that one of my main goals in life is to be a consummate furniture hoarder. To forget function entirely in a manic pursuit of form as I stock every nook and cranny with as many gorgeous pieces as I can acquire… So I can nestle down into my pile of vintage treasures in a draconian fashion for a long winter’s nap…
Is this too much to ask?
Apparently, yes, it is.
But can you blame me for wanting to take these delectable Chinese chippendale beauties captive and hold them for an obscene ransom?
There is one table (with a terribly mismatched smoke glass top, which needs to be replaced with a beveled octagon stat), four arm chairs, and one side chair. They are a lighter weight metal (aluminum, perhaps), vintage, but recently repainted by their previous owner.
Maybe no one would notice if the side chair just mysteriously disappeared for a little while… Maybe I could pretend there were only ever four chairs to begin with…
I mean, four chairs are the perfect fit around this table:
I’m not even allowing myself to imagine them paired with my burl patchwork table.
Okay, maybe just a little bit.
My name is Brynne and I’m addicted to furniture.
What do you say? Are you a vintage-addiction-enabler, or are do you want to go all tough-love on me and sign me up for Hoarders?