Seeing how much easier it has been to sell my more generic furniture ahead of my impending move, while my favorite piece of furniture is yet unsold, I suppose I can see how home renovations can start hurtling towards blandness. But I still plan to surround myself with items that bring me joy

-- regardless of resalability -- in the next place too, dammit. I resist this human living-space version of carcinisation, and I shall recreate my beloved plant shelf once again!