Today was the day. Today was the day I stopped by the thrift store and they had "my" chairs. The ones I've been waiting a long time for. The ones I vowed I wouldn't pay more than $5 a chair for.
I actually went in to see if they had a used litter box to use as a second one for the felines while Mr. Tennis and I have a little vacation in South Florida next week. So, in I walked clutching a $20 dollar bill, just hoping for a somewhat clean, used covered litter box. None to be found so I just took a stroll around and there they were.
Six chairs. $35. For all six. I had $20. I was afraid to leave because as we all know if you walk away, they are gone in a minute. Mr. Tennis was on an appointment so I called my trusty partner-in-crime, CG. She came flying over clutching another $20 bill and we loaded "my" chairs up into each of our cars.
My blogging friend, Karensue, even showed up there too after I texted her in my excitement. She's a master thrifter and I knew she'd be proud of me!
Doesn't that just make your head stop hurting? I didn't realize how busy those "Harry" chairs made my dining area look. My new friends need some work. The big questions are: do I keep the woven seats? Do I do a painting finish on the wood? If I keep the woven seats (which are in good shape) should I put cushions on top for comfort?
After vacation I will ponder these options. But right now, my eyes are very restful and I'm waiting for Harry to come pick up his chairs and take them to Hogswart.