Much of this old stuff would be considered "antique," which of course means valuable old stuff. But I try not to think about that, since I've added some new stuff in the form of three destructive boys.
Well, Jack isn't destructive yet, but his time will come, oh yes, it will.
The MiL recently had a couple of our old chairs re-upholstered, including a wing chair that was A.'s grandfather's favorite chair. So I knew it was old. I didn't realize how old, however, until the upholsterer brought it back and mentioned it had to be 200 years old at least.
Two hundred years? That's crazy.
Almost as crazy as these two goobers. That chair they're chilling in is approximately 197 years older than their combined age.
History lives at Blackrock.