My mother collects chairs*. She doesn't intend to, they often just magically find a way into our garage. My father and I have become accustomed to this over the years, but since I've moved out, it's become more of a problem. Well, maybe not for my father, since he's regained the use of the garage, but more so for me: there are currently 7 chairs in my old bedroom. Nothing like waking up in the morning to open your bleary eyes to a line of chairs set up like an audience watching you sleep. I swear sometimes my mother moves them like this on purpose in my sleep.
In any event, these chairs caught my eye as I was drifting off to sleep, trying to resolve the problem of: "Why did I pack my black over the knee socks if I have nothing else that is black in my 30 for 30???. That morning, I'd seen ML of 20 York Street pose sitting down - something you don't often see in blog pics. While I was planning on using my dad's oversized amp from his rock and roll days (which I still might), I thought: "If sitting works... what about..." Well, you'll see:
As for the black over the knee socks, I can easily create an outfit if I root around in my mother's closet for a black scarf. Every woman's gotta have one, right?(Actually, I just checked. Unless she's wearing it today, she doesn't have one. Idea for Christmas?!?!?!)
I should also note that simplicity was a must today: as beautiful as the big fluffy flakes of snow may be, the day is going to consist of curling up in a blanket with some knitting, or shoveling the sidewalk.
*I should also note that my mother refinishes furniture, so this isn't just some weird collection she has. The set I'm currently lounging on has a matching dining room table from her aunt, which is currently in the process of being refinished to replace her current dining suite, which is very 70s, and not in a good way. And yes, I currently have an addiction to asterisks