I have a gorgeous dining room set. (Well, it will be once it’s all purple instead of green!) I love the curves of the legs, and the airiness of the glass top.
(Please ignore all the clutter on the table, it was invisible to me until now. Just play along, and no one gets hurt, capese?)
But I had a serious problem occur. One of the chairs broke a leg. How it did this, when I didn’t even know it went out running, I’ll never know. Nevertheless, here it is, in it’s sad state.
I wanted to put it out of its misery, like a horse, but how do you kill a chair?? So, I put it out by the road. Fortunately, my SIL saw it, and questioned me. He whisked it away in his
ambulance van, and returned it to me the next morning, with its leg whole! Miraculously, he knew a chair leg doctor that worked for thank yous from a sweet, blonde, (PP) baby. Welded it up, and good to go!
Thank you SIL!!!!
Now, it’s on restriction, and forbidden to go out running ever again. Next time, I’ll tie its feet together.