We’ve had the same uncomfortable woven rattan kitchen chairs for six years. I bought them at World Market and they don’t really go with anything we own. They especially do not go with my $31 table.

I’ve since painted the table and guess what?  The chairs still do not match. If you sit in them for too long, they become woven torture devices and god forbid you sit on them in shorts.  I mean, unless you like woven grids embedded onto the backs of your thighs, then by all means.

I listed all six of the chairs on Craigslist yesterday-we had six, four that went around the table and two for backup because you never know if the world will have a shortage on hurty chairs.  I sold them for $130 and they were picked up shortly after I placed the ad. I had my eye on a set of four padded chairs on CList and the lady happens to live near me, but the timing was off, she wasn’t going to be home when I could drop by.  So, please don’t have a seat at my kitchen table because yeah.

Sure there were about a million other hot messes I could have attended to, like maybe applying the last coat of paint to the trim in my kitchen. Or perhaps painting the railing so we can hang it back up so we can actually remove the blue painter’s tape from the kitchen floor.  I decided to pour myself a glass of Pinot because hell yes, those dumb chairs don’t live here anymore.

Messes are hard, y’all.

For 31 days, I’m tackling the Hot Mess.  Read all about it here.