Saturday, January 7, 2012


So the phone rings this afternoon, and it's Laura, and here's what she has to say: "I read your last post. You can't do that. The chairs will look terrible." Now. Believe me when I tell you that most people who know me probably share Laura's opinion. However, she was way too late. I had already done one chair:

And I think it looks pretty fucking fabulous:

Of course, my dining room looked like this:

Which was a little disconcerting. And Ted, who helped with the first two chairs by shooting the staple gun, kept expressing his complete amazement/disbelief that my DIY project was going so well. Which he swears he means as a compliment, but I chose to take as proof that he thinks I am a total dummy, and it's a miracle I make through the day in one piece.

Well, I am no longer a DIY virgin, and unlike the experience of losing my actual virginity, I am filled with a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. I highly recommend it. I also now know how to use a staple gun, which is a lot of fun (also unlike losing my virginity). Here are the end results:

My favorite part is looking into the dining room and seeing that, under the table, all the chairs match:

I love it. I love all the chairs. They're not perfect, by any means, but they're good enough. It makes me happy. I may need to get more of a life.

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January 9, 2012 at 3:01 PM

See? You didn't need me at all. They are completely gorgeous and I knew you could do it.
Next time don't give up any of that staple gun fun. So hostile yet so useful: that big noise and little kick. Kind of like I imagine the .38 Special experience...and THAT little puppy fits right in your pocket(book). MMC

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