Home Is Where Your (Furniture) Is.
The thing about our flat is that it came pre-furnished. Luckily, our landlord and his adorable French wife have great taste. The pieces there are scoured from antique markets and other interesting places. They are a huge upgrade from the tattered IKEA assortment that is typically found in furnished apartments. Aside from the couch formed of two separate pieces that seem to magically drift apart just as you get comfortable, I really can't complain...
Before we moved to England, we owned a really cute house in Dallas. (I posted a little tour of it years ago, if you want to peek.) We have several pieces that I dream were in our London flat. Instead, they sit collecting dust in my parent's attic. Even if we convinced our landlord to move the existing furniture out (he won't!), our American pieces are too large to fit in our flat.
Being back in the States -and near American retail- reminds me of all the things that I would have around me if we moved back to the States. We don't plan on that happening anytime soon, but there are days that I conspire to somehow haul back over our comfy white couch for Sunday naps, serve dinner in our simple white everyday dishes, cook with my sharp knives (oh! how I miss the luxury of non-IKEA knives!) and climb into our gorgeous king-sized bed at night.
So when you see me wandering through a cute market or chowing down on a flaky pastry, just know that those little European luxuries come with a price. Though until those pastries are in hand, I'll online shop like the best of them.
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