I think I have ‘delayed nesting’. Seriously. While pregnant, I was never gripped by that manic need to create a beautiful and comfortable place for my young. I’m not saying we lived in a dump or anything, but I definitely didn’t find myself panicking about the nursery color scheme (what nursery?!). Which is why I’m slightly taken aback by my sudden desire to create a home. I roam around my house mentally rearranging everything. How could these spaces work better?
Deep down, I desperately want to be one of these people who finds fabulous, unique abandoned furniture, lovingly restores it and then tastefully adorns my house with reclaimed treasures. Like so:
But where the heck do you find this stuff? Seriously, I’ve looked. Second hand furniture is like three times the price of IKEA and it’s often falling apart.
So I can not tell you how happy I was when my kids came home with this chair.
They found it while playing out in the lane. I am choosing to believe their story that they saw somebody throw it away, but I didn’t try very hard to verify it. It’s ok though, because there is no way that it’s last owner would recognize it anyway!