Are you a Hoarder? Because I don't want to be with a hoarder.

This is the statement my boyfriend made not two days ago, while looking me expressionless, straight in the face. Without knowing if it was completely accurately, I answered, "Nooo" accompanied by a "How dare you make that accusation face."

The reason he asked might have something to do with these...

So while Wendy has the problem of not having enough "stuff," I suffer from the opposite affliction. Sure it started innocently enough, man-friend and I decided that we might try our hand at refinishing chairs and then turning a profit by selling them on Ebay or some very cool consignment store that appreciates Crafty-Cathy home-made looking one-of-a-kind chairs. (Probably the same type of place that carries the elusive kindergarten quality macaroni necklace.) Turns out that we refinished 1, (front left), only to find out that in it's original state, that specific brand of chair sells for $300 on Ebay. In it's quasi Lily Pulitzer want to be state, it is worth about $20 (to my mom).

Now, I can't seem to drive by a yard sale or garbage heap without glancing expectantly at the concealed treasures. And all I can think about is getting a larger place to hold more and more stuff. Just imagine the projects we could dream up (but not actually ever follow through with) if we had an actual studio or...gasp...wood shop.

I'm like a Confessions of A Shop-A-Holic protagonist. I find an inexpensive hobby that catches my attention, buy all of the expensive necessities to make the hobby happen, then lose interest within a week. Good thing my interest this time was a chair, and not a puppy...although I did go to the Humane Society yesterday...

In conclusion, my advice to Wendy is to compromise on the furniture. Buy something nice, and finance it. Hell, I haven't paid a dime for my couches yet and I've been straight chillin' for 6 months. (Gotta love those no payment deals.) More times than not, your cool vintage, thrift store find ends up right back at the thrift store. And sometimes they smell like kitty litter.

And IKEA's not so bad (as long as you don't buy the 7.99 end table), I am staring at my TV Stand and bookshelves right now in the signature black-brown Lack, and I feel very, very chic.

Minimalism is so hot right now.