Getting classy

I've got connections. Weird connections to the strangest places, and some of them are in my family. Now I'm not complaining, it's just that when you watch TV or go to one of those networking meetings, they don't talk about having connections to a thrift store. I am lucky enough to have amazing connections to the MCC thrift store where I grew up. My brother-in-law manages the Kildonan MCC thrift store and gave us a tour last time I was in Winnipeg.

While we were there looking at all the cool things in the back and hearing about the plans to upgrade the store front we spotted a classic French provincial style chesterfield and chair. Well, as we drove back home, we discussed the possibility of buying them and how they would look in our house. Linda wasn't sure that the colour would look right with our chosen wall colour. I thought that the colour was fine and that the fact that it was more comfortable and we wouldn't slouch as much was a very important point.

By the time we got home we had decided to buy it and made a phone call to seal the deal. Plans were made to pick it up on Saturday, but my parents called and said they were going to bring it to us on Friday. After cleaning up and and moving out the old sofa, the new furniture looked right at home. Needless to say Linda needed to test it to see if it worked properly.

new chair

She said it worked, I thought that our house finally got chairs that came close to the class Linda shows.

Now we just have to finish the trim & curtains and the living room will be complete.


Oh, they sleep on it. They still sleep on us, too.

The orange kitty has somehow managed to get comfy along the top edge of the sofa more than once, in spite of the wood trim poking up and the fact that it's a much narrower surface than the top of the old sofa.

The moral: always trust a cat to find a way to confound your expectations.

Truly - how very lovely.  Can't wait to see the curtains!!!! Thanks again for the lovely pizza supper.  "As Time Goes By" has no rush - Is that an oxymoron?  tm