Furniture Maturity

Well, it's official - I'm making grown-up decisions. It feels good, and mature, and kinda scary.

If you're reading this, you're likely a design junky like me with folders and dog-earred catalogs and online bookmarks full of so many competing ideas that you might find yourself one day sitting in your log cabin home, eating breakfast at your saarinen tulip table beneath your gothic chandelier and think - yes, this works. And I'd probably agree.

It's a blessing and a curse that beautiful and cutting-edge design is so attainable and affordable these days. It soothes my soul to know that with $300 and a trip to IKEA that I can completely transform my current color palette, which after flipping through a magazie or two, I will inevitably decide is so LY.

A few years ago, the idea of "investing" in "real" furniture seemed strange. I get sick of things quickly and I knew it would be an act of futility to pretend that I'd be happy with the same furniture for 5 years much less 50, and to spend a bunch of money to boot.

...wait for it...

BUT, here I am, style and color scheme schizo buying real live furniture, that is actually made of wood - it's not just a picture of wood stuck onto something else! And I honestly can see the draw of having something solid, and dare I say it, something I would think twice before slapping a few layers of favorite paint color of the moment on. Or throwing out.

Well, without further ado, here is my toes being proverbially dipped into the cool waters of furniture maturity.

Lovely, aren't they?