Living room: with this old Eames chair that some awesome girl in Arkansas found at thrift store and posted it on the internets that I then found and paid her for that she then put on a greyhound bus to LA, THOU ART COMPLETE.  You are something I just decided is called Grandma’s Basement Chic, because when I hear or read the words Shabby Chic I want to sell all of my worldly items and live in a tree. I guess now I have to find other things to think about like ‘curtains?’ and ‘meaning of life?’