Friday night was low-key, to say the least. My hairy-legged husband and I ate linguine carbonara, balsamic tomatoes, and Duncan Hines brownies straight from the pan, caught up on Grey’s Anatomy and Bored to Death, and relaxed like professionals. Good times.

That rocking chair in the background is a hand-me-down from my grandma Bea, and, like my grandma’s piano, has traveled around the world, taking up residence in New Jersey, California, Costa Rica, and now New York. It’s one of my most prized possessions. 

Check out a cool video about how to pick an antique rocking chair here.