Posted by Andie on October 22, 2009
I come from a furniture family. What exactly is a furniture family? I'll tell you. We think furniture. We speak furniture. We dream furniture. Some families adore cute German Shepards, some can sniff out great bargains anywhere, while others can tell you the make and model of every car on the road. My family? I was brought up to notice the furniture.
Young girls often daydream about their future with a handsome Prince and kiddies in tow, becoming the next Madonna- Britney Spears- or Hannah Montana (depending on the generation), or how they'll save humanity with the pill that cures cancer. I was the kid scouring through Home Furnishing Magazines determining if my style was modern or country, and if I'd paint my living room lavender, peach, or put up cream floral wallpaper. These were important things to think about at the age of nine.
Obsessive Compulsive? Maybe just a little. Don't judge me for it.
At least now I can channel my love for furniture and decorating towards something: MY JOB!!