The lead in here is that I am admitting I have a serious addiction and it is not alcohol or cigarettes. I'm not a slave to fashion. In fact I hate shopping for clothes and shoes. I don't adopt stray dogs or cats or hang out in the pet store. I am not a traveler or a trip taker. I rarely even go to the movies. Do you think that's enough paving the way with what I don't do that I can now explain my addiction to furniture? It really is serious. I call it rescuing furniture and that's partially true, but the truth is, if I didn't adopt a piece someone else would. Yesterday I had my usual Sunday morning coffee with a couple friends at a place that just happened to be a few blocks from a resale shop that is open on Sundays. Now, to me that was a direct invitation to drop by. So without further ado, this is what I bought. Side view Back view, and yes the handle swayed me a little. The great part is, there ...