#26: The Finest Furniture
I have always been so jealous of people who have beautiful outdoor spaces in their houses. If I was rich and had a gigantic house, I would totally have a back patio with outdoor sofas and potted plants, and beautiful decor.
Because, like many people, that is not the kind of backyard furniture that I grew up with. I grew up with disasters like this chair. Do you guys remember these? They were decently comfortable, but they were so squeaky, and if it was hot at all, your skin stuck to them like glue. I still remember the sensation of my legs peeling off that chair. Not a great feeling.