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I would think that the key to inheritable furniture is loving it in the first place.
So yes, if you love it -- it will be important to your children.
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My parents didn't really have a sense of style when it came to home decorating. The only things I wish I had, are things they got rid of in the late 80s. The mid-century davenport (sofa) that was in our house when I was a toddler and in grade school.... and the old kitchen table with the steel legs and metal trim.... but they're long gone.
Even now, the only furniture in mom's house that I would claim for my own, is an old glass front bookcase... it's probably not valuable but it's simple, streamlined design and the fact that I sat in front of that bookcase for the majority of my childhood while pouring over books is what makes it special.
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Other than that, I have a couple items that my dad made in high school shop class in the 50s - a side table with tapered legs and routed edges and the tiniest drawer - all features that met the requirement of the assignment!! A sweet little cedar box - also with routed edges. And I'm still making a case for the piano bench... but mom's not ready to give it up.
I love them because my dad made them, and he never did woodworking again after high school. It just so happens they fit my favorite mid-century style as well!!
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I WISH I had furniture that my family loved - but furniture wasn't a priority for them.
I have a credenza that I love more than any piece of furniture I've ever lived with, but I don't have any children so who cares but me?
But my friends know how much I love it!!
I've joked that they can just bury me in it!

didn't you have their addresses when you sent the invitations to your wedding?

So true!
I live in a third floor walk up in the mile high city... so the altitude with my asthma is more a factor than the actual stairs!

When my mom comes to visit, she notices that it's hard the first day... but by the time she leaves she's stronger and it's easier. (She's 76 years old)
She knows she's a bit weaker since she's now moved into a house without stairs. But we're blessed that Mom is in such great health!

Ah hah! The second map explains it!
I live in Menver. Yes, it's well known that Denver has a greater population of men.. and somehow that manages to skew things in a very odd way. Instead of the men realizing they'd better get their act together in order to get a good woman... turns out it's skewed to where the women are so desperate for men that they're over-accommodating (ahem) and the men therefore have no reason to settle down.

Although, your second map there shows that there are more single women over 40 than men - which explains the particular drought in my area.

Oh.. and I don't have to rearrange my living room to make it up for bedtime.

by half-@$$ed, i mean that I haven't given up beans and potatoes.
I'm allergic to everything... so taking away more foods from the few I can have to begin with is just too much.

#6 is counter intuitive but true!
I have the Soho sofa from Z Gallerie in a very small living room.
when it was delivered to replace the old loveseat I had in the space, it took me about a month to get accustomed to the size - worried it was too big for the space - until I got used to it.

My mom came to visit for Mother's day, and her first words upon seeing the living room were, "The whole room looks bigger!"
I didn't realize it until she said it, but she's right... it really does!

When I first moved to Denver, I lived with relatives in Lakewood/Golden (suburbs, one might say) for the first few months... and it just never felt right. Too quiet. In fact, I was deciding that I didn't like Denver.
Then I moved downtown, in the Cheeseman Park neighborhood (just two blocks from the park) When I was settled into the tiny little apartment on the second evening there, I suddenly felt a sense of peace wash over me... "Home" I thought. That's when I realized I could hear a helicopter buzzing over my building. That's what felt like home.
I hadn't put it together before then, but in my last two cities, my apartments were either in the flight path for the hospital - or the flight path for the police chopper.
Previously in Omaha, I could hear Able One (police chopper) take off every night just as I retired to bed - to start it's nightly rounds, and it became a comforting sound, like a lullaby.
So when I was making an offer on my condo in Denver, near the hospital - and I heard a Life Flight Chopper pass over, I knew I had found my home!
That hospital has since relocated, and I don't hear helicopters on the regular any more, but it was a gradual weaning.
Occasionally, I hear one on the way to the other hospital and it always makes me feel at peace... and I say a prayer for whoever it is arriving for emergency care.

The phrase "nitty gritty" just bugs me - can we please phase it out of our vernacular? Please.
Do you know that "nitty gritty" was originally a reference to a woman's pubic area, particularly in a derogatory reference to black women.
Please think when you use words.

Catiaelizabeth... the CENTER of the art is at 57" not the top of the art.