I am always so proud of our booth. It never fails, every show we vend at, we get such nice compliments. Like, "You're my favorite booth!" or "Oh my goodness, everything is so bright and beautiful!" and my favorite...the person who walks up to the booth with her eyes wide open and jaw on the floor...no words necessary. We work hard to make sure our booth is beautiful and inviting. It wasn't until recently that I recognized a major blemish among the pretties. THIS:
Isn't it AWFUL!?
It's a cheap stool, I know, but I can't believe I've allowed it in my booth for so long. It never occured to me how horrible it was. So I asked my husband if he thought I could take it apart and at least recover the seat since there is a hole in it now. He said no. Hmmm....no? Oh, he should have known better than that. I took that as a challenge. So, after he went to work, I went rummaging through this big red thing he has out in the garage to find the thingy that takes the pointy things out of stuff that holds things together. You know? After all, I didn't want to ruin ANOTHER butter knife! (Okay, I'm being a little sarcastic here. I know what a screwdriver and screws are but I HAVE taken screws out with a butter knife before...not proud.)
See? I can do it!
Some vintage Amy and some Sandy Hendersen that I've been holding onto for years!
Now that I'm looking at this, I know WHY he said no. He didn't think that I couldn't accomplish it...this stool is his perch at shows. He runs the register and this is his seat....uh-oh.
Well, I AM NOT covering it in Navy fabric and painting it red, white and blue. I mean, I'm patriotic and a good military spouse but I draw the line.
Okay, which is the least girly!?? helllp...
(I think I might be in trouble here. I may be buying him a new cheap black stool.)
Update to follow...as soon as I figure out how the man feels about perching on a pink, purple, or tangerine seat. (Man, I hate it when smug turns into "oops".)