O.M.G. Love, Marriage, and Chairs

So according to trustworthy Blogger here, I've been gone for quite a few months! Eh what can I say. Time flies when you're having fun, and/or are super busy. For me, it's been a little bit of both with a pinch of neither. For those of you who weren't invited guests (a mere reflection of our budget, not of our lack of love for every person we've ever met) I got married at the end of July.
It's us, in love! :)
Which you probably remember me rambling about in the months leading up to the big day. If not, just click "Older posts" a few times, and you'll see. Anyway to summarize, it was amazing. It was the greatest day of my life. Not only because I married the man I love and my best friend, but because so many people came out to show their love for us and support us as we embarked on our newest adventure together. The months of planning paid off, the extended family had fun, the Conga Line happened. Yes, I did say the Conga Line.

Did I mention a family member and a groomsman engaged in a romantic tryst? And old friends became new flames? And the bathroom at the venue was defiled (not by the bride and groom, remember folks--we. are. classy!)

Did I mention a wedding toast that referenced sex and nudity?

Yes, it was that epic.

And now, what am I filling my hours with, if not planning the wedding of the decade?

Obsessing over a chair. From obsessing over 101 things from drinks to napkins, I have zeroed in on one thing.

The Bergere chair. A piece of Louis XV history. Not sure what it is? Check out the below right. Amazeballs. 
Awesome infographic from The Aestate, thank you!

This is what happens when you are an old married lady. You fantasize about chairs. Their sexy curves. Their pillowy bottoms. Their demand for money (Senor Bergere, why do you seem to average $800?)

This is what consumes the thoughts of an old married lady. Or maybe just this old married lady.

Either way, I couldn't be happier. :)


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