Well over a year ago we moved our dining room from the small room off the right end of the kitchen to the room on the opposite side of the kitchen, which was formerly the family room.
Little by little, the new dining room has morphed into a very charming room. We added a beautiful crystal chandelier, then the ginormous buffet came along about eight months ago, and finally, about 4 months later, I convinced my Rock and Roll guy to move my antique secretary from the entryway to the dining room.
He was a good sport about that.
Still, something was off. It was the incredibly heavy, dark oak barrel-shaped colonial counter stools. (In my mind, anyway. Ralph on the other hand, is rather fond of them.)
Last week I spied the most spectacular slipcovered stools in a booth at Camas Antiques, just kiddie-corner from my case.
Come to mama.
I struggled with how to approach mister frugality-and-function-over-fashion-and-foofy-ness about my find, because I had been periodically (casually, strategically) mentioning how I thought the old stools were not quite a fit with our newer decor look, and it had always been met with the same answer of "I like these stools."
Finally, after two days of struggling to find my words, I asked him just how married he was to those heavy, dark oak barrel-shaped colonial counter stools.
He got that oh-no-life-as-I-know-it-is-gonna-change-AGAIN-and-it's-gonna-be-hard-to-fight-it looks.
That's when I showed him a picture of the almost-too-cute-for-words stools on my phone.
He pointed out that they were white.
I said they were washable.
He pointed out that they had that fluffy stuff along the bottom edge.
I said they were called ruffles.
It took a few minutes, but I managed to convince him that he would learn to love the slip-covers.
(I told you he's a good sport.)
And so, we drove down and picked them up. It was a win-win, as he had to admit that the new stools were oh-so-comfortable to sit on, and I agreed that we will be keeping the old stools (storing them in our shed) for the back-row seating behind the couch at our annual Superbowl extravaganza.
The killer-find stools look fabulous at the kitchen counter, and they make me smile each time I come into the dining and kitchen area.
Home, sweet home.