Tables are Metaphors. What Does Yours Say about You?

I have fallen in love with this turned wood table from West Elm. Especially paired with such graphic chairs, I think it looks soft and elegant, yet sturdy and compact. Nothing is wasted, but it still feels decorated. I bet it would make a perfect breakfast nook in a tiny apartment.

Can you tell my impending move has me fantasizing about a Tumbleweed home again? Something about packing up my house every year or so always makes me want to chuck it all except for a few perfectly made pieces and live in blissful stuff-lessness. But then my magpie collector self discovers things and brings them home. I can't be the only one with this eternal struggle. How do you balance too much, too little and just right?
P.S) Did you see the 30 Rock where Liz tests her relationship by taking her boyfriend to buy a table at Ikea? That scene inspired this post's title, which I hope means that I am soft, elegant, yet sturdy and compact. Ha! What does your table say about you?

Moving Day. (Thank Goodness.)

Newlin Chesterfield Sofa from Anthropologie

Today is moving day. At last. After looking at 16 different set ups in eight days, (on the heels of eight weeks of solid travel) we finally found the one. I scared Eric a little by going into dangerous convulsions of laughter & tears after we saw it. I guess I'm ready to set up camp again.

I'm looking forward to unpacking all my treasures and making this beautiful but rather neutral space into our home. You can see photos of our new digs here if you're interested. I'll be posting about my sprucing in the next few weeks.

I am grateful that our new place is furnished, so all we're doing today is hauling in boxes. But I fantasize about the day I will select my own furniture. I wonder if I'll find it as overwhelming and unpleasant as house hunting? (Will I even know what I like after all this time living in furnished places?)

What was the first piece of furniture you bought? Do you still have it? Do you still love it?