I know what a first world problem, right?
Such is the drama that is my life (and for that I am oh so thankful, let me tell you.)
So — to sell or not to sell? Living Analog’s living room (and music room) is beginning to look like a game of MCM musical chairs. Something has to be done. But the Hans Wenger knock-offs I just got at the auction are staying. The Eames rocker that was gifted to JT is DEFINITELY staying. The white vinyl Kroehler that JT found for $30 at Goodwill and used all through college is definitely staying. The MCM chair gifted from my grandma is definitely staying . . . Do we sense a pattern here?
This guy is the only one I’m not über attached to but I’m not sure if I’m ready to quit him yet.
I don’t really have a spot for him now, but maybe in the next house?
I think I’m just stringing myself along — the next house won’t be anytime soon and in the meantime there are at least three more chairs and two ottomans in the basement that I think I want to keep after I fix them up so . . . I think it may be time to sell. I’m gonna miss you, little white fiberglass Eames knock-off desk chair. You never really had a fighting chance in the Living Analog living room. And once you’re gone, I’ll probably have some serious regrets about selling you. Oh well, a chair hoarder’s gotta do what a chair hoarder’s gotta do — thin the herd to make room for some new chairs!