So, my self imposed spending ban isn’t going that well.
Welcome to our hause old rocking chair.
Basically we need to break our Saturday routine of breakfast at Trove followed by Levenshulme Antiques. It’s a bad combination. But I really wanted a rocking chair! Ben did too! And it was only £75, which split between two is only £37.50 which is basically nothing right? That’s what I’m telling myself.
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I think we are almost certainly committing some kind of interior design faux pas by including a chair that’s basically ‘farm house/rustic’ into our current more ‘stream lined modern/mid-century’ get up. But who cares? I don’t! My house, my rules innit. I mean, I completely love the mid-century Danish rockers that are out there, don’t get me wrong, but they usually sell around the £400 mark and I think that might be blowing my spending ban out of the water a bit.
Anyway ol’ farmhouse is super comfy and in really great nick, plus Ben is having loads of fun rocking it and running away screaming that the Woman In Black is in the house right before bed, so I think it was worth the cash.
PS I know that print of London place names is way too high on the wall, but it’s hiding a hole. Keeping it real yo.