There's something about broken-in stuff that is just...easy. I mean, the fact that it's free helps....but there's something about the fact that it's already broken-in that just makes my family love it more. This winter, I bought the boys new coats...and then a few weeks later they received hand-me-down ones from my cousins. Guess which ones they wore all winter? Not the new ones.
We're weird.
Whatever. Back to my story.
My mother-in-law has furnished a vast majority of our home with her extra furniture. When we first got married, we "borrowed" some stuff, ya know, to use until we got around to actually buying furniture. Portions of it we've been borrowing for close to 14 years now.
New is terribly over-rated. It has no story. No past. No memories.
Unlike these beauties:
They are my mother-in-laws. But had been living at my sister-in-laws. And then made it back to my mother-in-laws and then she offered them to me.
And of course you know what I said.
And after a little paint and a clearance curtain panel from Target, they look like this:
There's four of them in total. Two have found a home at the dining table and two others are hanging around the rest of the house.
Adorable, right?
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