Proud as Peacock Chair

January was a big month, mostly because I impulse bought a pair of hilariously gigantic retro peacock chairs at a garage sale that don't even fit in my house. Literally, not decoratively.

Everything fits in my house decoratively because I don't believe in any kind of design consistency.

Eccentric is the new chic.

Just ask my husband. He knows all about eccentricity.

Not to be confused with electricity, mind you, because he knows very little about the ways of muggles.

The point is, here are my chairs. P and I are featured only in the very first picture. The rest are just my friends and neighbors.