It’s been a little busy around here since we bought the HDTV.   We moved all the old furniture (and I do mean old, not necessarily in a good way) out of the living room area and into the kitchen/dining area.   It’s one great big room.  And I used to think it was pretty, but over the past couple of years “Shabby Chic” has gone out of style and Banjo Man’s own label of “Crappy Crap” seemed the better description for what we owned.

It is long past time to purge.

Banjo Man said he never was so glad to see the end of my red-and-gold-striped chair in his life, so last night while he was sleeping, I covered it up with a tablecloth so he could make the coffee this morning without the chair annoying him.  The day I found it, in the attic of a barn which was part of an antique store, Banjo Man did not appreciate its beauty.  He grumbled the entire time he tied it into the bed of my truck and, when we stopped for a sandwich and I worried that someone would steal it, he said, “I sure as hell hope so.”

But it was the best seat in the house for eating popcorn.

And watching television.

Last night we had a unique experience:  we went to a furniture store.  We really did.  About 10 years ago my husband dragged me to every giant furniture store in the state.  He wanted a new couch and he wanted it bad.  Real bad.  But I had an injured shoulder and 15 minutes of testing sofas required Vicodin and ice.  It was a long month, though I avoided surgery and spending money on overpriced furniture.

My, how times have changed.

Details to follow later.

Including—ta dah!!!!–the finding of Nancy’s perfect wedding dress last Saturday!!!!!

Nope, not this one, Mom!!!!

We sure had a fun day.  She will be such a beautiful bride.  I can’t wait!