Furniture differences between when my parents first moved out of home and now continue to amaze me. Heavy, dark-stained wooden furniture replaced by minimalist white self-assembly. I find myself wanting to have something from each era in between as if to mark time between handmade and bulk factory made.
Days are bleeding into each other. Notice, notice, notice.
When did you stop trusting your instincts? And what would it take to get that back?