I’ve lived most of my adult life with Tig, assuming “adult” starts at 18, and we’ve been together since I was 22. Not having lived through a period of single-with-career, I’ve never had the autonomous experience of picking out furniture by myself. We first started out scrounging furniture off the streets of San Francisco, then progressed to yard sales. The pinnacle was dropping a nice sum on the only couch we could agree upon in a department store.

You see, we both are quite picky. And it is a rule in our house that we both need to be happy with a piece before buying it. Free or extremely cheap items that serve a temporary purpose are grandfathered. The upside is that when we agree upon something, we really like it. The downside is that we still have a motley collection of free/cheap furniture while we search. For months.

Yesterday, we finally agreed upon a single wingback chair at a local antique store. Because the fabric was worn and torn in some spots, it was a fraction of what we would pay at Room and Board for the Leonardo chair (which I covet). The lines of this custom chair appeal to us. It’s the kind of chair you curl up in to read a book. Now, if only we had time to clean it up and reupholster it…

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