Naturally, I gush all over it and tell her how much I'd love to have its children and live happily ever after with it.
"Really???" says she. "I'm going to get rid of it. It's too big for my room."
Tazmanian Devil wheels are a'spinnin' in my gray matter.
Moi: Soooo....how much do you want for it?
All-Around Sweetie: Well....I think I'm going to ask $15. That's what I paid for it at the thrift store. I thought I'd just put it on the driveway with a sign and see if anyone would buy it.
Moi: I'LL BUY IT!!!!!!!!
I only had a $20 in my purse, so we traded up and I brought the father of my new rockin' children home.
The fabric was covered in cat hair but that's nothing a little bonfire won't fix. (No actual cats were injured in the recovering of this chair. Not even THAT DAMN CAT.)
A great-looking chair...just not very happy.
Here he is with his pants down:
I removed all the staples (you know the story) and cut a new piece of foam to fit (the foam was camera-shy).
Then the staple gun and I got our rhythm down (I love that gun) and got that chair ready for my bum.
So much happier now!
You'll notice I didn't paint it. The wood is in fabulous shape, and let's face it...if he's going to be my chair-baby-daddy, he needs wood.
And daisies. Does that make him a transvestite?
OH! I forgot to tell you the funniest part about our trip to Mackinac! I had just bought Eddie a new bed and took it to Gramma's. (Gramma locks him up in her pantry/laundry room because she doesn't like nighttime doggy snuggles.) He hated the new bed. So he slept on her bag of potatoes instead.
Silly Mr. Potato Schnauzer. Eddie wishes I would stop forcing him to pose for the gratuitous dog shot.
Do you have a favorite reading nook? This is now mine.
And it gives Fred a place to hang out while we're gone.
If you look closely (above) you'll get a sneak-peak at the curtains I just made.
Rock Me Ama-Daisy.
And a little Rock Me Amadeus for those of you who got the title.
Anything Blue Friday