motherlode: when interior design starts with the heartmotherlode: when interior design starts with the heartmotherlode: when interior design starts with the heart

by:BoomDear Wood     2019-12-18
My living room is equipped with a very uncomfortable sofa and chair.
They looked good, but the fact was I bought them 20 years ago because the room was empty and I bought what I could afford, not what I wanted.
There is a reason why they don\'t look particularly shabby: no one sits on them for a long time.
My friend Arlene\'s problem is the opposite.
Or, rather, a chair in her house.
In her solarium, there is a leather chair and a matching ottoman chair.
It is old and soft like a worn-out baseball glove. It\'s perfect.
It was her late husband, John, who used to spend a lot of time watching sports in that room with the man sitting in the chair.
John passed away on 2011.
I had to check and I was shocked at how long it had been.
Some people died and the waves ended the event calmly. John\'s life —and death —
Forever changed most of the people who walked his way.
My sons have lost their role models and mentors.
Of course, drinking beer is disguised as a football match, a barbecue, and an excuse, but in fact, they spend a lot more time with John;
He is a grandfather they have never had, and a male leader who balances the strong female group that has been surrounded since birth.
When Arlene and I were sitting in the solarium a few months ago, a decent red kept my internal organs warm while the wood in the fireplace looked after the rest of me.
She raised her head to clap her hands. \"Oh!
I booked a new chair here.
This is custom made and will not be ready until spring, but I was wondering, do you want this chair?
She pointed to the leather chair she was sitting in, the leather chair.
Arlie understands why my living room furniture is mediocre: I like to get things with a story or some meaning.
I have a story on my table, and my father\'s wine press sitting in the corner of my living room also has a story that hosts a series of plants I kill;
The sofa in the room used to be Gordon Downey\'s.
These paintings and drawings are not meant to occupy space, but to remind me of where I have been and who I love.
I looked at my friend and smiled.
Arlene is my high school English teacher and she often points out that I haven\'t changed much since I met me 42 years ago. \"Really? I asked her. \"Are you sure?
\"She answered my questions the way she handled most of my questions.
She is one of the most generous people I know, but that chair is different from my uncomfortable green sofa and full of memories.
\"Of course I\'m sure!
You should see the new one.
\"I can\'t wait,\" she giggled like a child.
Last week she called and told me to go get an old chair and see her new one.
Ali was still there, slapping anged home with his kitty Frankie for a while.
We installed a new fireplace in the living room, and one day after work, Ali saw John\'s chair in front and he slid to the comic stand.
\"Oh man, really?
I like the chair.
\"I\'m so jealous,\" he said . \"
After a while, I went to say good night and couldn\'t find him in the lounge.
He sat downstairs, with the fireplace open, sitting in John\'s chair, standing up, turning on his laptop and playing stereo.
When he moves out next time, I will look closely at what he packs. www. lorraineonline. cawww. lorraineonline.
The CaMy living room is equipped with a rather uncomfortable sofa and chair.
They looked good, but the fact was I bought them 20 years ago because the room was empty and I bought what I could afford, not what I wanted.
There is a reason why they don\'t look particularly shabby: no one sits on them for a long time.
My friend Arlene\'s problem is the opposite.
Or, rather, a chair in her house.
In her solarium, there is a leather chair and a matching ottoman chair.
It is old and soft like a worn-out baseball glove. It\'s perfect.
It was John\'s husband in her late husband\'s chair. Ali and Krist used to spend a lot of time watching sports in that room and watching sports with that one in that room at that time.
John passed away on 2011.
I had to check and I was shocked at how long it had been.
Some people died and the waves ended the event calmly. John\'s life —and death —
Forever changed most of the people who walked his way.
My sons have lost their role models and mentors.
Of course, drinking beer is disguised as a football match, a barbecue, and an excuse, but in fact, they spend a lot more time with John;
He is a grandfather they have never had, and a male leader who balances the strong female group that has been surrounded since birth.
When Arlene and I were sitting in the solarium a few months ago, a decent red kept my internal organs warm while the wood in the fireplace looked after the rest of me.
She raised her head to clap her hands. \"Oh!
I booked a new chair here.
This is custom made and will not be ready until spring, but I was wondering, do you want this chair?
She pointed to the leather chair she was sitting in, the leather chair.
Arlie understands why my living room furniture is mediocre: I like to get things with a story or some meaning.
I have a story on my table, and my father\'s wine press sitting in the corner of my living room also has a story that hosts a series of plants I kill;
The sofa in the room used to be Gordon Downey\'s.
These paintings and drawings are not meant to occupy space, but to remind me of where I have been and who I love.
I looked at my friend and smiled.
Arlene is my high school English teacher and she often points out that I haven\'t changed much since I met me 42 years ago. \"Really? I asked her. \"Are you sure?
\"She answered my questions the way she handled most of my questions.
She is one of the most generous people I know, but that chair is different from my uncomfortable green sofa and full of memories.
\"Of course I\'m sure!
You should see the new one.
\"I can\'t wait,\" she giggled like a child.
Last week she called and told me to go get an old chair and see her new one.
Ali was still there, slapping anged home with his kitty Frankie for a while.
We installed a new fireplace in the living room, and one day after work, Ali saw John\'s chair in front and he slid to the comic stand.
\"Oh man, really?
I like the chair.
\"I\'m so jealous,\" he said . \"
After a while, I went to say good night and couldn\'t find him in the lounge.
He sat downstairs, with the fireplace open, sitting in John\'s chair, standing up, turning on his laptop and playing stereo.
When he moves out next time, I will look closely at what he packs. www. lorraineonline. cawww. lorraineonline.
The CaMy living room is equipped with a rather uncomfortable sofa and chair.
They looked good, but the fact was I bought them 20 years ago because the room was empty and I bought what I could afford, not what I wanted.
There is a reason why they don\'t look particularly shabby: no one sits on them for a long time.
My friend Arlene\'s problem is the opposite.
Or, rather, a chair in her house.
In her solarium, there is a leather chair and a matching ottoman chair.
It is old and soft like a worn-out baseball glove. It\'s perfect.
It was her late husband, John, who used to spend a lot of time watching sports in that room with the man sitting in the chair.
John passed away on 2011.
I had to check and I was shocked at how long it had been.
Some people died and the waves ended the event calmly. John\'s life —and death —
Forever changed most of the people who walked his way.
My sons have lost their role models and mentors.
Of course, drinking beer is disguised as a football match, a barbecue, and an excuse, but in fact, they spend a lot more time with John;
He is a grandfather they have never had, and a male leader who balances the strong female group that has been surrounded since birth.
When Arlene and I were sitting in the solarium a few months ago, a decent red kept my internal organs warm while the wood in the fireplace looked after the rest of me.
She raised her head to clap her hands. \"Oh!
I booked a new chair here.
This is custom made and will not be ready until spring, but I was wondering, do you want this chair?
She pointed to the leather chair she was sitting in, the leather chair.
Arlie understands why my living room furniture is mediocre: I like to get things with a story or some meaning.
I have a story on my table, and my father\'s wine press sitting in the corner of my living room also has a story that hosts a series of plants I kill;
The sofa in the room used to be Gordon Downey\'s.
These paintings and drawings are not meant to occupy space, but to remind me of where I have been and who I love.
I looked at my friend and smiled.
Arlene was an English teacher in high school in the past, and she often noticed that I haven\'t changed much since she met me 42 years ago. \"Really? I asked her. \"Are you sure?
\"She answered my questions the way she handled most of my questions.
She is one of the most generous people I know, but that chair is different from my uncomfortable green sofa and full of memories.
\"Of course I\'m sure!
You should see the new one.
\"I can\'t wait,\" she giggled like a child.
Last week she called and told me to go get an old chair and see her new one.
Ali was still there, slapping anged home with his kitty Frankie for a while.
We installed a new fireplace in the living room, and one day after work, Ali saw John\'s chair in front and he slid to the comic stand.
\"Oh man, really?
I like the chair.
\"I\'m so jealous,\" he said . \"
After a while, I went to say good night and couldn\'t find him in the lounge.
He sat downstairs, with the fireplace open, sitting in John\'s chair, standing up, turning on his laptop and playing stereo.
When he moves out next time, I will look closely at what he packs. www. lorraineonline. cawww. lorraineonline.
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