I went to a yard sale with my mom and bought a yellow easy chair from the 70s. After some haggling, our open car trunk and some string, and 8 dollars, I brought it home:
It’s from 1973 and I am going to clean it up and use it to read in. I know exactly where it’s going and I think it’s beautiful. I did not clean my room, as you can see. But that’s OK, because at some point, I will.
I put myself out there a lot this weekend, as well. 2 events at once came together this weekend (one yesterday, one today) where I took some good risks and met new people / did new things.