John Robshaw, who I love in spite of myself, is having a sale. I would like a pair of the above chair, please and thank you. Understand that when I say John Robshaw is having a sale, I mean that what would normally cost you an arm and a leg will now only cost you one arm and three fingers from your other hand—thumb, pointer, and pinky. And yet I love him.
I wanted to share, in case you were waiting for just such an occasion to snag a certain pillow sham or, you know, Jacobean bench.
I’m also working on that post office post I promised. I’ll get that up as soon as I can get the photos edited, one of my least favorite things to do.