We had these bar stools when we lived in Maine. Ten years ago. They have moved with us from Maine to New Jersey to Florida to Maryland. I asked Jeff about getting rid of them. Every. Single. Move. He won out on keeping them even though we had no place to use them.
Well, here they are in East Quogue. And they are making up for lost time. Caroline and Liam have claimed them as their own. They love being up high and right with the action. Who wouldn’t, right?
So now that the stools have found a new beginning in New York, I fear that my desire to purge before the next move will be vetoed. I mean, Jeff’s faith that we would one day use them again was right. If we had gotten rid of them, I can just imagine that one of us would have been saying, “Remember those stools we had at the Wharf House? They’d be perfect here.”