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Up until this move I would say my big old comfy recliner. But now I have to say my built ins. All my books, TV and frog collection right there all together.
Wish Keith could read this! =)
When it’s bedtime … it’s my bed. Other times it varies, right now I am digging my framed Carta Marina map …..a pic is a piece of furniture … isn’t it?
Do you sleep on it, eat on it, sit on it, recline on it, store items on or in it? You decide.
I haz me a new reclining sofa., but I stole Mom’s double brass bed frame on the condition that she moves her stained glass workshop into what was once a guest bedtoom, where I stayed as I helped them out for a few years. Otherwise she keeps hauling glass blicks up and down the stairs, waste water/ground glass sludge by the buckets for fer swas and grinders. She’s getting on in her retirement and her health isn’t what it was. Originally she wanted to build a bathroom in the basement for her workshop with an industrial sink, but with ground glass and a pump, I felt she woukd be better off if she moved all her stuff upstairs onto the main floor where the facilities already exist and less striain on her for the glass block lamps that sell so well at the PX.
Stained glass is a beautiful art.
Mine would have to be my desk in my library and office. It holds my file drawers, computer, printer, landline phone, cameras and photographic stuff. It’s my source of creativity.
Part of the soul of your home, then! =)
My round dining room table:
the table that has been in my house or my parents for as long as i can remember
the table where family and friends have gathered over the years for games & talks
the table that bears the scars of a departed husband’s breakfast habits
the table that bears the scars of a son writing sentences (punishment)
the table that hosted countless family meals and parties
the table that has held a spot in so many memories
the table I can’t bear to refinish because of the scars from everything mentioned above
That table has a million stories, and I’m happy to be included in some of them.
My bed. I love it. Love it!
I love mine, too! I appreciate sleep much more than I did in my younger years, and a good bed makes that a reality.