From street-side to centerpiece

Last week, I struck gold in the form of a dirty, stained, stickered, and free piece of furniture on the side of our street. Though it took several days of staring longingly out the window and going back and forth on whether or not to claim it, I finally caved and asked Chad to help me take it home. “I’m going to fix it up,” I declared. And so, I did. All by myself. The Before As soon as I […]

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