Now look at the Forest Green thrifted chairs. Now back to the gorgeousness above, now back to these. Sadly, these chairs are not as pretty in their circa 1996-matte-finish state. But the thing they do have going for them is their sturdy construction, able to withstand the rigors of a chaotic family. And the fact that they were super cheap. And the fact that I knew that those chairs are the chairs that these chairs could be like.
And finally, here is a little recent garage sale find. A great little end-table for $5. I haven’t decided what color I’m going to paint it yet. Deciding between what’s left of the paint used for my hutch last year or something brighter like the chairs. And yet I had pangs of guilt because, while this is totally not my style (I am not a great aficionado of Southwest art and decor), I am a great appreciator of the time it must have taken some sweet lady (I’m assuming) to put this kind of detail on this piece of furniture. I mean, check out those geckos . . .I keep feeling like I should give this to someone who loves it just the way it is. Oh the guilt . . .