At my house, I like to trace my personal history through my furniture. There's the table that was made by a friend, the toy box my grandfather carved when I was a little girl, the chair I found on the side of my street after dinner with a friend. Everyone has some small or big piece of furniture in their home that holds a secret history.
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I love a good flea market. Recently, I've been scouring flea markets for blue canning jars and antique planting containers. My favorite part of flea markets, though, is their sense of possibility.
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Years ago, I got to attend a wedding with my family at a beautiful ski chalet. The bride and groom had rented out the entire chalet for their wedding, and put up their guests in the lodge and the surrounding log cabins that dotted the ski slope. Recently, I also heard about another wedding where guests were put up at a summer camp.
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I love to leave my windows and doors wide open, so I can enjoy the breeze when I'm indoors and out. That is, if lovely Spring or Summer weather is in full effect, and it's not frostbite-temperature time. But, I recently had some house guests who did not share my sentiment, and I realized the house can feel a bit claustrophobic when it's sealed completely shut.
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There are some leather couches that are simply stunning and there are others that should stay in the frat house. I once lived in a house right out of college that had two separate leather couches (which were owned by two rather frat-like dudes). Those were definitely not crave worthy, and I have a feeling that some of you ladies have had to live with men who refused to give up their "cool" leather couches.
So tell me, have you had to live with a leather couch that didn't strike your fancy.
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