Friday, December 17, 2010

Don't tell my husband


When I bought this love seat at my local second hand store I thought for sure it would fit in my car. The store clerks tried several different ways, but she just wasn't going to make it inside the car.

Left with only one option, I said "Put it on top of the car." They looked at each other, concerned, but did what I asked. They gave me twine and I secured it to the roof of my Saab wagon. My hubby is so tolerant of my adventures, but strapping furniture to the top of my car really pushes him over the edge.

I'm not certain if I was getting glares from other drivers because I looked like someone from the cast of the Beverly Hillbillies, I was going too slow, or they thought the love seat was simply ugly. But, I was happy with my new find. Just wait until you see what it looks like when I'm finished with it!

Now don't even ask me how I got it inside the house, with my bum knee, and one my own.

Au revoir,
Anastasia

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