Heather and I are in "nesting" mode and are looking for stuff for our space.
I feel like that scene in fight club when "jack" says, "I flipped through catalogs and wondered; what kind of dining set defines me as a person?" or something like that. Or than later when he's talking to Tyler and says, "It's just, when you buy furniture, you tell yourself, that's it. That's the last sofa I'm gonna need. Whatever else happens, I've got that sofa problem handled."
Oh, it's a pathetic portrait of the modern man - the accumulation of things that define us as people.
I hope I'm not that pathetic - - but, I do know I really like stuff. I love stuff! I love collecting stuff for some future art project/entrepreneurial idea/furniture hack. Am I material just because I like materials?
As my friend Dan Rossiter has so aptly put, "what's better than going over to Austins Hardwoods and walking the aisles...and just "bonering-out" on some exotic hardwood?" (context: conversation about beautiful wood....like from trees) I completely agree!
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