The homefront has been quiet lately. The sun has lured us outside and our projects are languishing. That said, we did manage to make two furnishing improvements that are driving me out of my damn mind with fabulousness.
One: the hall. Otherwise known as the Portal of the Jagged Hole or the Part of the Wall that I Kicked in With Thighs of Steel, the hallway here has uneven flooring that desperately needs to be covered with a rug.
In the kitchen, we had lived with a dire assortment of mismatched chairs for too long. Two red Ikea chairs (red being my least favorite color, awesome) were plunked in there with two hideous oak monstrosities that had unspeakable atrocities perpetrated on them by the renovation. Although it certainly wasn't the chairs' fault that someone stood on them to paint/stain/gut a small animal, it certainly didn't make them more attractive. Case in point:
I've been trolling Craigslist for the perfect thing and finally a slightly odd option came up, a bunch of folding wooden chairs from 1941. But I liked the lines and the mechanical engineer in me loved the mechanism. The other chief engineer agreed so we brought them home: