Kitchen Chairs. We Have Them.
All hail to the Craigslist gods, I finally scored four chairs for our chairless kitchen table. I was going to clean the table off before I took the photo, but decided that you guys know me better than that and so here you go.
Let’s not dwell to much on the weird, wavy palm frond tapestry that is on the seats because you know I’m gonna fix that right up real quick.
I also bought a rug and let it be known that it is the first rug I have ever purchased and not returned or donated (side eye to that bullshit IKEA rug). The new rug that lives under the kitchen table is a 6 ft. sisal number that I bought from Overstock for 90 bucks. Totally worth it.
Back to the chairs. The week before Christmas, I was trolling Craigslist hardcore for chairs. I wanted four chairs with padded seats that looked “farmhouse-y”. As I was hitting refresh on the Furniture By Owner section like a crazed chair stalker, these were listed for $75 with a strange wood topped table that has a gigantic scrolled iron base. I immediately called the number in the ad and the owner, a nice older lady, and I set up a time to meet.
My plan was to go and see the set and make a decision. I didn’t need the weird table that obviously did not originally come with the chairs, but I thought I could maybe 1. Talk her into just selling me the chairs and if that didn’t work 2. I would buy everything together and sell the table or give it away.
When I get to her house that was about 50 minutes south of my house, she is having NONE of splitting the set up because the CUSTOM FABRIC that she recovered the chairs with was more than $75. And! It matches her valances which BTW, aren’t for sale. I told her I was going to recover the chairs and I could see her heart sink. I quickly handed her the cash, I didn’t even try to barter because I could tell she was *this close* to changing her mind because dammit, custom weird, wavy palm frond fabric should be cherished.
While I was loading the four chairs into the back of my truck that’s really a mid-sized suv, I realized there was no way I could fit all the chairs and the table because I had Troy with me. I straight up debated leaving it on the curb with a free sign taped to it. Since it was already almost 6pm at this point and I didn’t want to drive for another two hours playing furniture pick up, I decided to go back and ring her doorbell and ask if my husband that works for UPS and isn’t a murderer could swing by in his truck and pick up the table since it was on his way home. She agreed, but asked me to call her when he was on his way and said not to worry about what time it was because they stay up late. I thanked her and hoped that “late” meant past 8:15 pm.
I then had to call Jeff in the middle of his 14 hour workday (did I mention it was the week before Christmas, not busy at all for UPS) and ask him if he could go by and pick up a super ugly table that we don’t even need.
He did and the table is currently in our garage. And it’s still very ugly.
Even if I have to give the table away to get it out of the garage, I still think I came out ahead.
I’m going to recover the chairs with laminated cotton and everyone has already said “no squirrels“. Total bag of crap.