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.
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.