I showed you the chairs I thought about getting for the dining room a while back. When I got the order in at the shop, I opened up the big boxes…pretty sure there was a little squealing.
And they were the wrong chairs.
Uh huh.
I did the thing I do where I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and bit my lip. Then I proceeded to stare at the wrong chair boxes for a solid twenty minutes.
Like a completely sane person.
After some time, I stepped away and went back to work. Ish. While I thought about my wrong chairs.
I know this probably sounds like a simple fix for most. Ahem. But listen. It takes like 8 weeks to get the chairs. Then I’d have to pay the freight to ship the misfits back.
A few weeks went by. I’d walk to the back and look over at the wrong chairs. I’d walk back up front. And look at them again.
At some point, I decided it just really didn’t matter. I liked the chairs for crying out loud. Plus, I decided that being able to wash that top cover might be a life saver with the kids.
Matter of fact, I know that’s the truth. It’ll take approximately 28 1/2 seconds for Ava to get peanut butter on said cushion.
Now I’ve just got to haul them and the table all home.
Baby steps.
I, for one, think they are adorable!! Sometimes we receive little blessings we didn’t even know we wanted. I hope you learn to love them.
Oh they’re adorable. But I totally get your disappointment! Did you call the company?