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Dear Readers, if there are any of you left out there after this extended hiatus,

I wish I could tell you that I've been exiled to an exotic island devoid of WiFi, or that I've been been on set of the new Meryl Streep movie for two weeks and unable to break away to blog because Meryl's decided she wants to adopt me. Alas, my life is not that exciting. I've been in a very intense acting class for the past two weeks, and any spare minute I have is spent asleep. I've had no chance to do anything creative outside of my work for class, hence no bloggies lately. Class is over this Wednesday, though (HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!), and after that, I anticipate getting back to a more normal life. Until then, I'll share with you a picture of a chair that I saw at Barney's and fell in love with:

Mark my words, I will own this one day. It's supremely comfortable. I'm not one for much uber-modern design, but I love the idea of this in a room of traditional furniture in bold patterns. I've been thinking about the use of "ghost chairs" in apartments; I saw a picture recently of a small apartment in NYC's East Village that had a fairly traditional black lacquered dining table surrounded by clear lucite dining chairs. In such a small space, the chairs seemed to disappear. You could see what was in the living area behind them, and they didn't distract the eye from the overall space. And interestingly enough, they truly matched the traditional lines of the table, probably because despite their untraditional materials, their shapes were fairly classic. Anyway, I'm in love. End of story.

The Find, quite a find.

Santa Claus brought me a Barnes and Noble gift card in my stocking this year. I had a long list of novels to buy with it, but instead I snagged a copy of The Find: The Housing Works Book of Decorating with Thrift Shop Treasures, Flea Market Objects, and Vintage Details. I've been slowly peeking at it for a couple of days, and finally finished it last night. Trés inspiring! I wish I had shopped at Housing Works when I lived in NYC. I passed by one everyday on my way to the subway, too.

When I moved into my first apartment in New York, I was wildly excited by the possibility of OWNING FURNITURE. You see, I come from a long, long line of nesters. My husband, on the other hand, is a gypsy. Anywho. When I moved into the apartment, I had no furniture save a bed and a dresser, but it never occurred to me to go thrift store shopping. What a loss! I have very lovely furniture, but every now and then I wished that I didn't have a matching dining table and chairs, for example. They're lovely, but I love the old table and mismatched chairs look (a la Monica and Rachel's apartment in Friends). Now I want to go to thrift stores and flea markets and buy chairs I can paint and reupholster (Printing By Hand by Lena Corwin has a very cool project about hand printing a dining chair seat cushion.). I have no room for any of this, and it would be an awful shame if my husband divorced me after only 9 months of sweet marriage because I bought more junque that had to one day be loaded onto a moving truck. So for now, I daydream and stick to perusing The Find. But he should be warned: if I find a china cabinet that I can paint black and wallpaper the inside, I'm buying that sucker.

image is from Amazon.com. Click here to find The Find on amazon!