Officially Grown-Up Now

I'm feeling particularly grown-up now that Andrew and I starting to do some serious furniture shopping. Our current place is mostly a mishmash of cheap furniture from college. I'm finding it therapuetic to throw out all the crap I've accumulated over the years, including all the furniture that is falling apart (goodbye pressboard Target dresser with broken drawers!)

This is one of the pieces that Andrew and I have been lusting over for the past few weeks:

The description cracks me up:

"This is the recliner and ottoman you start thinking about halfway through your evening commute. You’ll stumble through the front door, drop the briefcase, kick off the shoes and flop into the big, broad arms of this handsome chair. [Chair name] looks and feels like it’s been a part of the family for years."

I think that's exactly how Andrew is picturing using the chair. Me? I'm picturing myself draped sideways over the cushy arms, wrapped in the throw and reading a book. Pure happiness.