We were cleaning out our garage over Spring Break when we came across a lonesome unwanted chair that we had stashed away out of sight.
I told Nick it was time to send it off to Goodwill so that it could find a nice loving home where it would be appreciated. So we tossed it aside into the unwanted pile. As we continued our cleaning, organizing and purging, my eyes kept wandering back to the poor little lonely chair. We had rescued her from my parent's store when it was going out of business. How could I abandon her? Could I really let her go that easily? This was her home, and she was one of my only tangible memories from the store (along with a few other things...ok, a lot of other things that I can't bring myself to get rid of.)
Oh the guilt!
(This is why things that I promise Nick I will take to Goodwill sit in my trunk for months on end. Precious Moments Chip and Dip Platters! How could I bare to get rid of them?)
So, as I looked upon the little chair and pondered all these things in my heart, a thought entered my mind. It dawned on me that maybe, just maybe those little cushions on the chair could pop off. And that maybe, just maybe I could recover them. So, I took the closest screwdriver and went to work popping those cushions off (much to Nick's dismay...he was worried about his screwdriver and my ability to use it.) But, I am my father's daughter, and I have quite a bit of handy dandiness to me, and those cushions popped right off. Sure enough. This would be an easy job.
|I can even use a staple gun.|