FURNITURE metaphor SALE!

The desk I had in high school is catty corner to the chest of drawers I’ve had all my life. The mattress is on the floor and the stackable black boxes are stacked in the corner. This is comfortable. This is thrifty. This is me. Isn’t it? I could get new furniture. It could have Swedish names and Swedish lines. It could be all grown up and wonderful. It could be the new me. Maybe the Swedes are too much pressure. I could have some good sturdy furniture, my own box springs for instance. That could be the new me. None of these scenarios are impossible to imagine, even difficult to imagine really, but I want to decide. I want to feel like I’ve made a furniture choice even if that choice is thrifty. The path of least resistance is fine so long as that’s the path I want to be on.

By the way, the Naugahyde stays for a while longer. There’s personal style redefinition and then there’s core furniture values.