This is a no judgement zone. So, please don’t judge our basement. It was full of furniture first acquired in college: a chair I found on the side of the road, a table from IKEA’s first collection, and a rug I think I may have accidentally took with me when I moved out of a roommate’s townhouse. Just maybe.
They had two competing teams of designers design and makeover our basement. It’s the first time we’ve ever had actual, grown-up furniture in any part of our home.
Here’s the part that was downright terrible. WE HAD TO CHOOSE?
Do you think we made the right choice? I had hives I was so nervous. Let us know what you think in comments.
