So give me my “grandma furniture” any day. Our walnut dining table is more than two hundred years old. It has therefore been recycled in multiple households. It’s hand-hewn and funky, and no one else in London has one just like it. I have owned that table for nearly twenty years, and you’d think I’d have tired of it by now. But something happens when you hold on to things: rather than weary of them, you grow more attached. Not unlike some husbands, come to think of it.
