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Can I offer you a chair?

chairs, originally uploaded by Mrs. Opus.

Never let it be said there's no place to sit at the Moreheads. I recently realized that I have a mild to moderate addiction to buying chairs. It began innocently enough, as all habits do, I suppose. But I think I might be out of control. No more garage sale chairs for me. If I come to your garage sale and want to buy a chair, stop me, please! Today, we have no fewer than (brace yourselves; this is insane) thirty : four newly painted and recovered kitchen chairs, from a garage sale last summer; six dining room chairs (four matching), all from garage sales; one one not-quite-dining-rooom, not-really-kitchen chair, also from a garage sale; one wood chair painted periwinkle; four wooden folding chairs, painted white, all terribly uncomfortable and falling apart; three metal folding chairs (one is Brook's); two yellow vinyl kitchen chairs (one's seat needs to be reattached); one floral vinyl kitchen chair; one rocking chair with no seat (garage sale $2); three kid-size metal folding chairs (found in the garage); and, in storage in my basement, four ice-cream-parlor style chairs that are Rebecca's (I borrowed them a year or so ago thinking that we didn't have any chairs). This is not counting office chairs (two) or couches/comfy chairs.

In other news, we now have considerably less seating in our cars, since as of nine o'clock this morning, we are a one-car family. Yay.

Posted by Renae at June 10, 2006 02:25 PM