What happens when I lay around for too long?
I think of things to make. Or things that I want.
Which leads me to Craigslist.
Usually my very specific ideas take months and months to find at the right price.
I am an impatient person, but I am freakishly patient when it comes to Craigslist.
I looked every day for five months to find a specific dresser for the big girls' room.
I was nearly to the point that of being convinced that kind of dresser did not exist.
But it did. It just took time to show itself, and now finally it houses all of their clothes beautifully.
For the perfect price.
The price isn't too bad, but I wanted a bigger chair, a cozier chair, a chair that a little one or two or three or four could snuggle and read a book with me in.
A chair more like this one, but a bit wider and in the lovely turquoise of the first chair.
I thought it would take months to find.
I'm picky and I'm cheap.
Plus I don't want to drive too far to look at what could be a creepy, stinky chair, at a murderers house.
How long did it take?
In a neighboring town.
For 1/3 of the maximum price I was willing to pay.
But it's not that simple.
The chair is in great shape.
It is the perfect size.
Beyond perfect price.
Wrong, color. Wrong fabric.
Buy a bunch of this fabric.
this promising guide into my Paypal cart.
Because I'm lazy and I'm a girl, so it must be perfect for me.
I'm scared, but I am going to put my big girl skirt on and try, try, cry, try.
If all else fails, I might rope my mom into rescuing me (ready Mom?).
But if it goes well I will be reading, snuggling, and taking Shane's monthly pics in my brand new (to me) chair.
We will see...