Don't Rain On My Parade

Well folks, I don't know how you spent your weekend, but around this place we had a little adventure of the road trip variety.  Only for this trip, we had to trade the trusty Camry  for something just a little bit bigger. We borrowed this beauty from Lt. McNephew.

Care to guess the reason?

If you guessed dining room chairs, then you won the prize. After pouting my way through every restore store in a 60 mile radius, I finally resorted to my very first online shopping safari.  I searched Craig's List for every major city in the state of Georgia, and lo and behold, I found some contenders. 

Off we went. 

He did all the driving.

 I provided the prattle and pointed out the obvious.  

  

 Repeatedly. 

 Three hours later, we arrived at our destination...  bone dry.

 Woohoooo!

  

Then, it was a matter of meeting the chairs in person. They aren't vintage, but I loved the shape of them anyway. Plus, they were sturdy. Plus, they were in great condition.  

Plus... they matched my finish perfectly. I mean, perfectly people... I had brought along one of the two chairs that actually came with the set for comparison. 

And that little pedestal table? 

It came along for the ride.  I don't happen to need a table that size,

 but I do have two daughters and two nieces.  

So we wrapped them up,

 tarped them over, and headed back home. 

He did  the driving. 

I provided the musical accompaniment. 

 I covered everything from

  Raindrops Keep Falling   
to  Singing in the Rain.

 In my head, I sounded just like Gene Kelly.  

In his head, I sounded more like the drip, drip, drip of a faucet.

He told me to turn off the spigot and simmer down.  

So I hummed instead...

I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'... 

We almost made it. 

The shower was a brief one, though, so we just kept on truckin'.

Had I known what the the tarp looked like behind me,

 I probably would have been a lot more concerned. 

Good thing I didn't. 

I'm happy to report that there was no visible water damage. One chair appears to have fallen victim of a flapping grommet attack, but not to worry...
 I do refinish furniture, after all. 

And thus ends the tale of the 

Great Dining Room Chair Adventure. 

I even managed to finish  in the black.

OK, maybe it's sort of a grayish shade of black, but it's black nonetheless. 

After paying for the chairs and gas for the guzzler, 

we have seven whole dollars in the chair account. 

I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup is overflowed...

Next up: 

Wing chairs for the living room. 

So how was your weekend?