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My subject is: Your mother has brought you your grandmothers pride and joy piece of furniture. You detest it, but you have to keep it. Where are you going to put it?
It was submitted by: http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Thought it would be fun to find a decorating quiz and incorpratie it into this post, but I could not find a decorating style quiz that really got me. I like the relaxing and welcoming style of casual, but not the bright colors. I like the colors of traditional but not the furniture. I’m not into modern, sleek, and chic. Nor am I into retro, contemporary, or rustic, or art deco.
Then I found this quiz which said my decorating style was eclectic with a modern flair…not sure about the modern flair, but totally me. I do love to mix styles and colors and love making it all work. For me it’s always about color and function over form.
What colors do I love? Well, I miss our old condo with it’s dark brown walls and bright accents…sighs. If we ever own again I want dark brown walls with LOTS of color from pillows, couches, furniture, art and curtains. As long as the furniture is comfy and the color I want, I don’t what style it is.
So, I tried to think of an piece of furniture that my grandmother would have and could physically fit in my small apartment. After searching through some free images, I found a hideous piece…at least hideous to me. No way would this work in my apartment.
- it’s all about design over comfort
- looks like a torture device for your back
- can’t curl up on it comfortably
- imagine how tough that will be to clean?
- the design and colors…instant shudders
*****looks off into space imaging this scenario*****
Mom walks in followed by my Dad who is carrying a crazy looking chair. I catch my mom’s eye and she quickly says. “We found this in the attic. We can’t ship it to Texas for your sister and soon we’ll be moving, so you need to take it.”
“What? Are you f*cking kidding me?” I can’t help the sass.
“Stop with that language and no I’m not kidding. You need to take it. It was my mothers.”
“No way, if it’s important to you, you take it.”
“We are moving soon, at least hold on to it for now.” Mom demands throwing her bag on my table.
A laugh escapes. “I won’t be responsible if AJ destroys it or for cleaning that torture device. How do you even sit in it without destroying your back? And look at the horrible designs and colors.”
“It’s an antique, a treasure.”
“No, it’s a hideous. It was made by people who had no sense of style or color. I’m telling you, when AJ sees it he’s going to want to climb all over it, hang toys from it, and use it as a toy.”
“Then don’t let him.”
“Easier said than done. Besides it’s probably haunted. The women on the fabric was probably murdered for speaking her mind or something and now her soul is trapped in the chair. Whoever sits in it will be sucked in there with her.”
“You are being ridiculous. Find a place for it.”
“The only places it can go is in the garage or on the porch. If you do’t like it, then sell it. Maybe you’ll get a fortune.”
“What if it’s worth a couple thousand dollars?”
“I don’t want it or the haunted money from it.”
AJ comes running in and immediately jumps on the chair, it falls backwards. he laughs. “I’m doing that again.” I look at my mother giving her the see I told you look.
She picks it up and moves it outside while I try to explain to AJ why we cna’t have that in our home. Now I hust hav eto pray that his umping on it idnid’t release the victorialn ghost.
I’m thankful that my mother would never insist on me taking such an important and treasured furniture. Not only would AJ destroy it, but I would find a way to cover or paint it. If that didn’t work, then I guess there would have to be an accident and it would somehow be destroyed.