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I sensed you were totally despairing about my chair situation after my last post. Look it's fine. I have a plan. It involves a trip to Ikea and a temporary but hopefully fabulous fix.

Before I implement my plan, you have to meet the chair who's about to be replaced. It's my Emeco Navy chair. I love Emeco chairs and I got this one from eBay, knowing it had a rip in the seat, but planning all along to repair it. Surprise! I didn't. It got worse. Now it's dead to me and about to be placed on Craigslist for someone similarly ambitious but hopefully far more successful.

Fun fact: the eBay seller who sold it to me also included a dead mouse in the chair box! I won't be mentioning that in my Craigslist ad.

There's portions of my a-p-t that I love but can't wait to change. This whole situation (imagine my palm circling this photo) is out. New smaller desk, lamp, and side table is in. I do not have these things yet, but I am going to will them into my life.

It's so haa-aaard to say goodby-yyyyyyye to yesterday-eeeeeeyyyyyeeeeeeee. . . 

So the new sexy TV is saying loud and clear what I have been saying to myself for the last year. You have GOT to dump that Ikea TV stand. Don't worry, sexy TV. It's going.

This desk has done right by us. She was a hand me down from Mike's aunt when she retired, and before then it was in her home ec classroom for like 30 years. Rescued from a garage sale before then, now destined for Craigslist, I'm pretty bummed to see it go, but this mother is UGE. Donald Trump UGE. The freed-up floor space is gonna give me so much more space to do legitimate things, you just watch. Until then, cue the Sarah McLachlan.

I of course talk to my home accessories. It's totally normal and you should too. Anyway, I have a message for this thing that was originally from Ikea for some shit like plants or candles or whatever and I thought it would be good for earrings. Not really. It's dumb and I'm saying goodbye.