Join me as I rise up in the face of monotony, smirk at the tone on tone dinner set, and laugh in the general direction of beige.
Today I liberated myself from the months of effort I had put forth trying to find a set of chairs to go with my antique harvest table. I searched, I priced, I gasped, I cried. I determined that in order to have a set of 8-10 dining room chairs that would even come close to going with my much beloved table (and would hold up to the abuses of my family) I would have to give an arm, a leg and possibly a kidney. No wanting to re-mortgage my house in order for everyone to be able to eat at the same time, I took a radical turn to nuttyville. I have begun to surround my table with mis-matched chairs, every one a different color, with a gypsy-patented distressed finish. I let the husband and the kids help pick colors and I am happy to report that it looks great! It adds a touch of fun and whimsy to the house, which I think all of us could use. I added a bench to one side and am currently on the prowl for a couple more interesting and single chairs that I can work my magic on.
So voila, I have magically turned a headache into a fun scavenger hunt (that won't break the bank)....go forth and rebel!
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