We received our Magnolia Hall catalog in the mail today. It’s sort of like touring the BMW dealership when you’re driving a rusted out Toyota Corolla. The furniture in the catalog is beautiful. It’s also so far out of our price range that we shouldn’t even be allowed to caress the pages with our grubby fixer-upper fingers.

Even if I did have money, I’d probably skip the fancy new stuff and go for antiques. But imagine sinking into this massive thing at the end of the night…