I was even more convinced of my need of it when I heard "ten bucks and it's yours!". Um, SOLD! (Where was Brian when I picked up this bright pink piece of furniture, you might ask? Oh, he was there. Brian used to question my odd trash picks/yard sale purchases but now he claims that he just trusts me. What a guy...did I marry the right man, or WHAT. And he might even love this thing more than I do. Don't tell him I told you that.)
Now, at first I didn't know if I loved the pinkness of the pink, but it's already growing on me. Even in the sea of red in my living room, it holds its own. I may very well repaint it, but for now I'm kind of loving it's quirkiness.
What do you think? Keep the pink? Destroy it NOW?
(Ariel, I'm afraid I didn't have the guts to tell you about this in person...haha)