I'm soon running out of things to show from the past. Something I can't find the photo's of, something I can't find how it sold. It will maybe come back along the way.
For now I dive deeper into the past. 1984, my first tiny attic apartment of my own in Amsterdam. I was a curb shopper at heart already, but still hesitant. Coming home from parents one Sunday night I couldn't resist this. I had seen the same in classmates rooms in my childhood. My room was left side of a narrow hallway. On the right there was storage for people from other floors downstairs. But at the end of the hallway there was a wider place by the front window. Where on sunny summer days in the afternoon I could sit in the sun. I placed my set there and then called it my 'terrace'. Of course this picture is an example, but I'm surprised it can still be found sometimes and is of Dutch make!
The set went with the Man and me to the next apartment, but after that I don't remember. But sure had it for years.
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