This will be a glimpse into my weirdness….
I love furniture, some more than others.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways….”
I keep making an excuse to walk past it so I can look at it……
like the boy you had such a crush on in school…
I turn it different ways to see how it might look best….
like the way you redid your hair and makeup
and tried on fifteen outfits before you went on a date……
I take pictures and look at them….
like you used to hang up the pictures
of those singers and movie stars in your room….
I mean, some pieces of furniture I finish
I. just. fall. in.love.
With the beautiful details…
The curves and flourishes
The small parts
And the large parts
the way paint and distressing changes the look and feel
when something that is chosen is just right
and it goes from this (initially brown) thrift store chair
I love this chair
I’m not sure I can part with it….