Hey y’all!
We (Central Texas) escaped the worst of Ike’s strike, thank God. But it breaks my heart to see the damage Ike wreaked on Galveston Island. I have so many wonderful childhood (and adult) memories of the island.
As promised, here are some photos of my new furniture. We recently put in new flooring (see previous blog) and so naturally, the old furniture looked even worse on the new floor … which meant new furniture!
Having raised three children (if you count my 15 year old, who technically isn’t totally raised), I should’ve known that my new furniture wouldn’t remain pristine for long. But I didn’t expect it to happen so frickin’ soon.
Last night, after a lovely dinner with my loving hubby, I put my jammies on and settled into MY chair (oversized, stuffy, comfy chair that I called dibs on before the furniture was even delivered) to watch Ike’s mischief on the Weather Channel.
My feet were the first to notice something amiss. The ottoman was covered with something that felt very uncomfortable to my tootsies.
“What’s on this thing?” I asked aloud while hubby sat quietly on the loveseat, tracking Ike.
On closer inspection, I started to notice orange crumbs all over the ottoman AND chair. Oh.My.Gawd. There were CHEETO crumbs everywhere.
That’s when I remembered that my son (yes, the 15 year old whom I haven’t fully raised) told me that he ate Cheetos and Poptarts for lunch that day (we believe in well-balanced, nutritious diets). He was home alone and apparently decided to have himself a little picnic ON. MY. NEW. FURNITURE. And of course, he chose MY CHAIR.
Sheesh!! The furniture salesman said my new furniture was stain resistant and had the “best in the business” scotchguard. So I tried not to panic and began wiping, shaking, sifting, shifting and lifting a trillion damn Cheeto crumbs and orange stains off my brand spanking new chair and ottoman.
I was sick. SICK. I think I got them all, finally, but at the cost of a near stroke and nervous breakdown.
Hubby, still watching Ike from the new loveseat, gave little moral support. “I use the TV tray when I eat in here”, he offered. “Besides, it’s only furniture, honey.”
Okay, I KNOW it’s only furniture (and there’s a huge hurricane slamming Texas) but it’s BRAND NEW FURNITURE. I’d hoped that we could be civilized enough to keep it clean for at LEAST a week or two. Especially since there are no toddlers or a certain long-haired chihuahua (hello, Domino … I still love you!) in the house.
Sigh.
When my son returns home from his father’s this weekend, we’re going to sit down together and have us a little “come to Jesus” chat: No eating on the new furniture! Here’s a novel idea … eat at the flipping DINING TABLE. We have two to chose from.
Okay, enough ranting. Enjoy the pics. I’m also including a few of some great pieces that Sue (vintagesue) made that I picked up at her booth last week. I love them all, but I think my favorite is the “Vintage Queen” collage. Oh how I wish I had a fraction of her creativity and talent! Love, love, LOVE her work. Thanks, Sue.
Vintage Queen, by Sue. Gosh, I love this piece!
Close up
Old hand mirror, blinged up. Sue's the best!
Sue's pillow art
Sweet collage ... I call it Sophie's Boot (Sue's creation, of course!)
Charming box, blinged
The little dresser is Sue's magic. The picture and frame are from Sue as well
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