China Girl

I must be the world's Most Clueless Shopper, or something, because when I purchased our solid oak, name brand table, I thought I was just getting, you know, the table.

Lo and behold, I also got a china cabinet and a server-thingie (I told you I was clueless; I don't know the proper name for dining room set furniture). It's even got showcase lighting (for showcasing our one, no wait, two! plates, that aren't even real antiques or anything).

Ohmigawd. We must be real, grown up adults now. Not only is our front "yard" landscaped, we also have solid oak furniture that not only looks like something our parents might own (say it ain't so!) but also requires us to purchase actual accoutrements and accessories of greater-or-equal-to taste.

Scary.

Not that we aren't above IKEA particleboard any more--because Lord knows our budget on some days barely gets us out of the Walmart particleboard realm of furniture deathtraps--but I think I'd previously developed an allergy to that three level, concentric Homemaker Hell, any way.