It's official: I've become completely obsessed with furniture. As a part of the Move That Ate Capitol Hill I'm selling most of my old post-college Ikea stuff and am spending way too much time browsing Decor8, wishing I could afford to have her fly to DC and design my entire life. I actually had a dream about pintucked back sofas last night. I spent four hours watching Jonathan Rhys-Meyers storm around Tudor England half-naked and scowling on Showtime and then I dreamt about a couch. Clearly, I need professional help. I am a woman possessed. By possessions.
Does anyone need bookcases? Because I have four of them. All are the white particle board ones from Ikea that everyone buys at some point in their early twenties. I'm selling two of the tall ones with six shelves ($30 each) and two of the small ones with 3 shelves ($15 each). They're all in great shape despite holding seventeen boxes worth of books over the last three years.* I'm also selling a coffee table. It's a 3 x 3 foot white square with slots for storage. Email me at ejtakeslife at gmail dot com if you're at all interested and I'll happily send you a photo. I want this big white furniture out of my soon-to-be-ex apartment.
Plus, if you buy my bookcases and coffee table, I promise to write something substantive. Until I get rid of my big honking (yet perfectly functional!) white furniture and work up the nerve to buy this couch and this rug, you're not going to get a whole lot of decent prose from me.
*When I finally finished packing my books last night, I started to count the boxes and had to stop at seventeen. So that's where my money has been going all these years.