Today, on I promise I have thoughts unrelated to home decoration I just DON’T care to share them, I found the holy grail of furniture tucked slyly on Sunset across from the creepy foot clinic. For the past 13 years, two brothers have been rescuing old furniture, fixing it up and reselling it for incredibly reasonable prices. I got a sweet little 60s cabinet to go beneath my record player which I’m supposed to call a turntable which I cannot, cannot bring myself to do. That’s right. I have a record player and I AM A CARICATURE OF MYSELF, but happily so.