Husband: Oh, I really like this.
Wife: But where would you put it?
Translation: No way in hell are you bringing another piece of junk home.
Wife: Oh, I really like this.
Husband: But where would you put it?
Translation: Stop spending money.
So no, we didn't sell out at the Westlake show. By a long shot. But that's okay. We really want to focus on opening our Etsy store anyway. It's a lot less back breaking than loading, unloading (and then loading and unloading again) a huge moving van. And we don't have to burn our skin to a crisp standing around in the blistering sun. (Okay, that might have been partly my fault.)
Here's the thing...if you have to ask, "but where would I put it?", you must not want it that bad. Because if you really wanted it, that question wouldn't even enter your mind until you got home with it.
Case in point. The desk.
Of course we have no room for it. And it doesn't really fit with any of the other pieces in our house (thus far). Most people would probably stop there. But when we ended up bringing it back home, I felt like maybe it was fate. It's not like I was going to put this beautiful piece of art back in the basement. (Especially, since it was such a pain in the ass to get it out of there.)
And sure enough, I had an epiphany. The suede desktop actually compliments the two chairs we salvaged from the same attic. The two chairs that sit on either side of a large wooden chest.
So now when I hear the argument "But where would you put it?" I have a suggestion..."Let go of one thing to make room for something better!"