Having heavy, old furniture makes me feel settled. Still, it’s a notch better to get it off Craigslist from someone cleaning out their mother-in-law’s housethan to fill up my life with more compressed wood fiber Ikea weirdness. Easily collapsible solutions for a transitory life.
I also acquired an awesome stool. Everyone who sees it says “Whoa, guy. Awesome stool!” Plans afoot to replicate it.
The downside is that this has necessitated a slow-mo reorganization of my living space, beginning with a massive burst of all the random junk I’ve collected. So yes, living on a junk pile. Gotta get it together.
I never get that reaction to my stool. But I do replicate it at least once a day.