My Affair With The Chair

First of all let me say that my Hubby thinks that everything that comes into this house, you know, “stuff” wise, is Smithsonian worthy.  I think maybe he’s watched Antique Road Show one too many times.

I try to tell him “sometimes junk is just junk.”  He’s not buying it. 

“No more painting everything white!” He says.

“Anything you say honey.”  I say.  Yeah, right!

I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do!

So there’s this SWEET little vintage chair that I brought home from my Mother’s.  In terrible shape.  Not good for anything except just looking cute.  Used to be red.  Now faded on one side from the sun. The leather seat is peeling up.  It NEEDs help.  It needs PAINT.

Tuesday, Hubby is going to be gone ALL DAY!  Yippee! 

I sneak my little chair into the house.  Just me…..my chair……and a can of white paint.   Aahhh…….the perfect morning. 

It’s looking soooo much better. I’m about a third of the way through my project.    It’s about noon.

Hey……I’m taking my time, enjoying my project.   Stopping for coffee……

And here comes Hubby!!  Waaayyy early!

And my chair and I are caught red handed.

Aaahhh ooohhh!

He walks in….his eyes get as big as saucers and he actually, and I’m not kidding, gasps!

“Is that you Mother’s chair?”

“What are you doing home so early!!”  I ask.

He didn’t even answer me.  He walked off mumbling something about he thinks we need to call the family together for an intervention.

Whaat!

So here’s my chair……..all painted.  What do YOU think?

I know!  Right?!